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Raleigh soliloquy, pt. i lyrics by Sublime

 

Raleigh soliloquy, pt. i by Sublime


Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you f**ked up you f**kin' idiot.
You brain-washed yourself you mother f**kin' stupid c**k s**kers, because
you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
the rest are lower case in any f**kin' case. Supreem Court, you are not
the f**king Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
thousand years you will shovel your sh*t and eat it, because your on
repeate mother f**ker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
f**kin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every f**kin'
thing that you took away from them you mother f**ker.
Security Guard: Raleigh.
Raleigh: Yes.
Guard: This is the deal.
Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
Guard: You either cool it down right now...
Raleigh: Or your gonna f**kin die!
Guard: ...your outta here.
Raleigh: Oh, your gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
f**ker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
kid? Eh?
Guard: Your gonna go to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
Guard: Yea, your gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You
better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
this room or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last
oppertunity.
Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
Guard: Shut your f**kin' mouth.
Raleigh: Alright.
Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise you'r going
to the spyke ward.
Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyke
ward and so I'm gonna shoot my f**kin' mouth off, so get out of here.
Your cutting into my commercial.
Guard: You understand?
Raleigh: I'm making a f**kin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
here! Your trying to get in on this f**kin' thing, you ain't no star
a**hole, your just a f**kin' arand boy.
Guard: Your the craziest son of a b**ch I ever...
Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
[background laughter]
Guard: Anymore out of you and your going to the psyke ward.
Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, that's
the rules Raleigh.
Raleigh:Whoever comes in this f**kin' room, I'm gonna f**kin' kill em!
That's what I gonna do.
Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh.
Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room.
Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room.
Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions
do.
Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
Raleigh: Well if you come at me your gonna f**kin' die!
Guard: Go for it.
Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you f**kin' reach for me and I'm
gonna take your arm off.
Guard: Come on. Come on!
Raleigh: I ain't commin, you come.
Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have.
Raleigh: Try it.
Guard: Your gone dude.
Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherf**ker! Call the
cops.
Guard: You got witnesses right now?
Raleigh: No witnesses, call the f**king cops! I'll call the f**kin' cops
on you, you c**ks**ker, right now.
Guard: Good.
Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
Guard: Good. Come on.
Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
trying to kill me in my f**kin' room, now get them cops over here to
1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psyco-tank, for
making my production here. Which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
sh*t! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fickin' wall. I hope you
record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope your recording this.



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