Dead Bullet Page #3

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and the chicks

I bring it back

to the corner of the map

Do it for all real niggas

Real niggas, where you at?

Then we're gonna do...

What the f***

are you doing here?

B*tch, get the f*** out.

F*** you.

It's all right.

I'll see you later.

It's all right.

Have you ever...

sucked a man's dick...

for money?

F*** you.

Come on, Dick.

I asked you a question.

Have you ever...

sucked...

a man's dick...

for money?

You're f***ing crazy.

Get the f*** out of here

right now.

So that means...

that Dirty Dick...

has never been

up the river, huh?

There we go. Yeah.

Get your f***ing hands

off me, man.

- There we go.

- Get your f***ing hands off me.

We're not done yet.

Yeah, here we go.

Very nice.

- What the f***?

- Very nice.

Now, open your mouth.

- Yeah.

- F*** you.

Open...

your mouth.

- F*** you.

- There we go.

Very nice.

There we go.

Yeah.

Yeah, you f***ed us.

You f***ed us!

My brother caught a bullet.

I mean, they blew

his f***ing face off.

He's gone.

All because you f***ed us,

you motherf***er.

And now I'm going to f*** you

right in the goddamn face!

If you lose, motherf***er,

that's our f***ing deal,

just f***ing leaks.

You got that?

Ow! F***!

You listen to me

and you listen good,

you son of a b*tch.

There was a man who got away,

and you will find him.

I know where you live.

I know where your ugly slut

f***ing whore wife lives.

I even know where

your f***ing stupid,

retarded f***ing kids

go to play after school.

And it's nothing,

nothing for me to pay them

a little visit

and pull their f***ing heads off

and leave them where they lay.

I promise you, none of your

f***ing pig friends

are going to be able

to help you.

No one's going to be able

to protect you.

Especially when they find out

what kind of a real lawman

- they're dealing with here.

- What are you talking about?

F***ing crooked cop

motherf***er.

F*** you.

F*** you and f*** you again.

F*** you. F*** you!

Get your f***ing hands off me.

Get that gun away from me.

Get that f***ing gun away.

Looks like you and me.

Just joking.

Oh, look at how cute!

Do you equate our love

to two asses?

Yeah.

Ass to ass.

Mwah, mwah, mwah.

Hi, how you doing?

- Mwah, mwah.

- All right.

All right. All right.

All right.

Sounds like you

when you wake up.

Not like you.

Stop it.

Ah!

Carry shotguns,

or you can have...

Wait, where's my ax?

She can't breathe, seriously.

Top down.

Two, and... three.

Watching the good old days?

You know, no matter how many

times I asked her, she just...

she just couldn't

throw this sh*t away.

Mistakes...

should stay in the past.

Someone like you, who can never

give her the things I give her.

Because I take care of her now.

And that is why she doesn't

care about some...

some cheap, worthless

bag of sh*t

that comes and goes,

like yourself.

And that's the truth.

You want to hit me? Huh?

Go ahead. Hit me.

I'll call the cops on you.

I will turn you in faster

than you can f***ing run.

So come on,

hit me, motherf***er.

- I said, hit me!

- Stop!

Hey. What's going on?

Get him out of my house.

What are you doing?

Is he going to call the cops?

What are you still doing here?

Is he?

Because if he is,

I got to go right now.

Why?

No.

He's at Lazy Harry's...

drunk.

I need to borrow your car.

Excuse me?

You know me, right?

No.

I don't.

Yeah, you do.

You know who I was.

Chey, there's some things

that I have to make right.

Because if I don't...

Even though I know you're

not going to tell me

what's going on...

if I say yes...

I'm not responsible

for what happens.

I'm going to bring it back.

Well, a song ain't been

written

For what I feel

in my heart

I keep on searching

for a way to start

But my thoughts

are all jumbled

And I'm just

not that smart

To put them all together

And to tell you

how I feel

The words would only

hurt you

And the hurt

is all I feel

So I'll sit here

in silence

With my thoughts to myself

Bearing the burden

of the sorrow you felt

I'm searching the reasons

for the misery I've dealt

And the reasons are many

The sorrow is a shame

I'm sorry if I've hurt you

But I guess

you share the blame

F***!

F***!

F*** you.

Can you hear me?

I want you to blink

if you can hear me,

you piece of sh*t.

I'm taking this back.

And I'm going to the cops.

You understand me?

It's over.

Yeah?

Your boyfriend just

paid me a visit.

I think he's cheating on you.

Son, is this you?

Now, you got to...

you got to listen

for a moment...

Shut the f*** up.

Now here's what's going

to happen.

I'm going to the police.

I'm going to turn myself in.

And then I'm going

to turn you in.

So if I were you,

I'd f***ing run.

Now, now, just wait...

Son?

Motherf***er.

Motherf***er!

Those cigarette ashes

Turn into glass

These things

seem to tell me

That it's over at last

Her parting kiss

Brought tears to my eyes

Was it good night

Or was it goodbye?

Only time

Only time can tell

No, no, baby

Only time will tell

The wrinkled-up sofa

Scuff marks on the floor

Shows where

she was sitting

What the f*** you done?

He was going to the police.

I'm in the sh*t, Harvey.

I'm in the f***ing sh*t.

I ain't going down for you.

Now, get up.

Think this is f***ing funny?

Get up!

Only time will tell

I pulled the chariot

The moment she came

Walking through

my front door

Right now, baby

Her conversation

Was almost the same

But still, I could tell

that something was wrong

The feeling had changed

My, my, my, my, my,

my baby

I'll empty those ashtrays

We need to talk.

He's not here.

You're all sweaty.

Come here.

Come closer.

I need a hand.

- Thanks.

- Mm-hmm.

Whoa, whoa, let me drive.

I want to take you someplace.

That's not a good idea.

You know what's a worse idea?

Me getting out of the car

and trying to convince you

otherwise.

If you do that,

I swear I'll leave you right

here in your birthday suit.

Okay.

Let me just give it a shot.

- Stop it.

- Okay.

- Do not... I'll leave you.

- I won't...

Motherf***er. Bill...

The trials of a life

Feel so lonely

When your lover

walks in

With somebody else

And the range gets higher

With every

Every footstep

If it's night

It seems the stars

have no light

Yes, the trials

of a life

Feel so lonely

Oh, yes

If your sweetheart

Is not natural to you

And the road,

it gets rougher

When the day

breaks through

'Cause the shadows

of sadness

Shines through

I need you, darling

Oh, yes, I do

Oh, yes

Yes

Oh, yes

I need you

You must have dropped this

when you left

your clothes to dry.

That's not mine.

I know you stole that money.

What did you say?

Bill...

Tell me the truth.

I didn't steal anything.

Who told you that?

The day you left

I read the papers.

Someone robbed Old Gold Miner

Casino with a bomb threat.

And then you left for a year.

It was you.

The guy's got a bomb

outside the northwest

tournament rooms.

That money was for us.

It goes off in 20 minutes.

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