Luyện nghe bài hát Raleigh Solioquy Pt. Ii

Raleigh: You for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother stupid cock suckers,

you never studied Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the fucking Supreem of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will your shit and eat it, because your on
mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna back every fuckin'
thing that you took from them you mother fucker.
Security Raleigh.
Yes.
Guard: is the deal.
Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down now...
Or your gonna fuckin die!
Guard: ...your here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I leavin' mother
fucker. Now what are you do, what are you gonna do to this little
Eh?
Guard: Your go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you cool it down.
You
better it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut fuckin' mouth.
Alright.
Guard: And don't anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r

to the ward.
Raleigh: Well, exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the

ward and so I'm gonna my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your into my commercial.
Guard: You
Raleigh: I'm making a comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on this thing, you ain't no star
asshole, your a fuckin' arand boy.
Guard: the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the warning Raleigh.
Good, Shut Up!
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Guard: Anymore out of you and your to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you that,

the Raleigh.
comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em!
That's what I do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in room Raleigh.
Well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't me man,

do.
Guard: do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: if you come at me your gonna fuckin' die!
Go for it.
Raleigh: I going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm
gonna take arm off.
Guard: Come on. on!
I ain't commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the choice you have.
Try it.
Guard: gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the
cops.
You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking cops! I'll the fuckin'

on you, you cocksucker, now.
Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just that, and you will never get out of this.
Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a
trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I him
to
get out of here, and he tells me he's put me in the psyco-tank,
for
making my production here. Which is a fiction magazine! And

trying to scare me he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile
of
shit! I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the department!
And
'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now
get
'em here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.