Kid Cannabis Page #8

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Look, my brothers

From Italian mothers,

These guys have

at least a million

In cash and stash

hidden at their cribs.

I don't think anyone's

gonna report it missing.

And if you wanna rip

and rape the girlfriends,

That's cool.

If things go straight,

I'll contract you

to provide security

For my operation.

Okay?

75 G's a week.

Have you guys ever

done this before?

F*** yeah.

Yeah, man.

What do you think?

I think you're lying.

But that's cool.

I'll take enthusiasm

over experience

Any day of the week.

You wanna rip it?

No man, we don't smoke that sh*t.

No.

I got way spooked

by the shooting,

And so my mom,

my little brother and I

Were holing up at Barry

Lerner's pad in the woods.

I stupidly let scuzz

and this chick scuzz bucket

Crash at my place as long as

they paid the cable bill

And boiled the sheets

afterwards.

Don't f***in' move!

Face down, ass up!

Do it!

Don't look at us!

Give me your f***in' hands now.

Give me your hands.

Shut up.

Give 'em to me.

Shut up.

Get him up.

Come on.

Get up.

Ow!

What the f***?

Hey.

Put some clothes on.

Put some f***ing clothes on!

Not you, porn star.

You don't need any clothes.

Get up.

Ow! Ow!

What, you can't lend a hand?

Really?

He stinks like sh*t.

F***ing do it. F***!

I don't think it's the dude.

What's your f***ing name?

Scuzz.

Where's the stash, scuzz?

I don't know...

Where's the money?

I don't know. There's just

What's in my wallet,

and there's a few

Loose buds in the drawer.

Which f***in' drawer?

The one over there...

Which one?

The middle drawer on the left.

It's that one right there!

Head down. Head down!

Baby, what the f***

is happening?

I don't know.

What's happening?

I don't f***ing know, okay?

Hurry up.

There's nothing f***ing in here.

Where's the trash, scuzz?

Baby...

Where is the cash, scuzz?

I don't f***ing know, dude.

I don't know where...

What the f***

you're talking about!

Ah! F***!

Leave him alone!

I don't know, dude!

You're gonna show us

where the money is.

I don't f***ing know, man.

I'm just crashing here

because Nate got spooked

After butler

came in here shooting.

This isn't even my house.

Where is Nate?

Nobody knows where

f***ing Nate is, man.

Everybody is

rat-Holed up and quaking...

Ow f***!

Leave him alone!

Ow! F***! Stop, stop!

Do you want us to kill

your f***ing girlfriend, huh?

I don't want... Hey, hey!

You see me? I'm not

joking, motherf***er.

Ow! F***!

I can tell... Stop! Stop!

I can tell you where

Nate's other pad is!

I can tell you where

his other pad is!

Step, step.

Okay.

Which house is it?

I'll recognize it if I see it.

Look in the side window.

If you f*** up and look at us,

We will see

p*ssy girlfriend is dead

In two fun-Filled hours

after you.

Please, just let me go.

Crystal, shut the f*** up.

Don't look at me.

I think it's that one up there.

It should be one with

the pickup in the driveway.

Past that one.

Right here.

This is Nate's house?

Yeah, this is one of his pads.

I mean, I was only here once.

And I was f***ed up

on Jaeger and Nyquil.

Look at this f***in' mess.

Keep 'em f***ing quiet.

I really have to pee.

It's a f***ing rental.

Don't pee in this f***ing car.

I swear to god.

Daddy!

Go! Go!

Wrong f***ing house, guys!

I said that I wasn't sure

Which one it was, okay?

Please, just stop!

Stop it!

Stupid f***ing...

let us go, please!

I oughta kill you right now!

Wait, we...

I don't know what

Mr. Scuzz and Ms. Bucket

Said to get out

of that car alive.

Better not be

f***ing lying to me!

Stop it!

Please just let us go!

Maybe the mendiolas

Had a soft spot for weak,

Spineless turncoats.

Maybe he turned around

with talk of Brendan's

Stash and cash.

Who knows?

Scuzz would turn in his mother

For half a gram

and a 50-Buck of...

What the f*** was that?

Come on.

Please...

Let's go, come on.

You put your

buck knife on his ass,

Peel it back like a grapefruit,

He would've told you

where Nate lives.

The guy had no idea

where he lives.

And there's nothing

in that house.

No money, no drugs.

The money was there.

Bullshit.

He just played all you posers

Like the squirrely,

soft amateurs you are.

I should've known,

Comin' from the Cali salad bowl.

We tore that place apart.

Past the drywall,

down to the slab...

You don't look for

the money, gomer!

You ask him where the money is.

One f***ing time.

Oh, you're telling us

How to do it now?

Yeah.

I'm telling you how to do it.

Yeah, you...

you ask him

where the money is one time.

And if he doesn't f***ing talk,

Take his girlfriend

by the short hairs

And knock her front teeth out,

and you gag her with cock.

Tell her

little boyfriend he's next.

He'll show you where

the money is real fast.

Look, I want

This done now.

Jesus, I'll f***ing

get the address myself.

How about that? Huh?

I'll pin it to your blouse.

I'll sharpen the knife,

hire you a counselor

So you two can sleep at night

After you cut

Nate and topher's heads off.

What about the bodies?

What do you want us

to do with 'em?

I don't know.

Why don't you sell them

on f***ing eBay!

F*** me!

Do I have to tell you faggots

How to do everything?

F***!

Man, maybe I should

Teach you how to roll over, huh?

Myrrh, roll over.

See how easy that is?

You would all be dead right now

If I didn't talk my way

out of that car.

I mean, f***.

I should be a lawyer.

I mean, I could've

broken out of those handcuffs

On my own.

I could've taken

Either one of them on my own

If I didn't have my hands tied

Behind my f***ing back.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

What'd you tell 'em,

super-Scuzz?

I tell them,

"f*** all, man."

So you didn't show them

where you thought I lived?

F*** you, Nate. The only reason

that you are still alive

Is because I took a beating,

and I didn't break.

You would've pissed

your f***ing dress.

What was that?

I said that you would have

pissed your f***ing dress.

Aah! F***!

What the f***!

That was the dull end!

You want the sharp one?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

You think you're some sort

of f***ing drug stud?

My own house was

broken into last night!

F***, that's right!

I showed them the house

That you used to live in.

This is chess,

not checkers, right?

But you thought I still lived there,

didn't you?

F*** you, Nate.

I need big money to be able

To get out of town.

Probably some plastic surgery.

I need half a million at least.

F***ing dead.

F*** you!

F***ing traitor!

Get the f*** away from me!

Guys, chill the f*** out.

Put that down.

What we need to do

is man the f*** up

And get our sh*t together.

F***ing rat.

F*** you, Nate.

The best defense

is a good offense.

We need... We need

to put our chips in a pile

And hire some big,

scary motherfuckers...

Some f***in' Rottweiler's.

Push them back on their asses.

Yeah.

But this sh*t has to stop.

We're a f***ing team.

Listen, Gio.

You get a one-Time pass

for not knowing who I am.

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