Mondomanila, or: How I Fixed My Hair After a Rather Long Journey Page #2

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Barely Asian, as the Japs say.

Hell, you're barely human.

Steve Banners a.k.a. Whiteboy.

Knight of the Ku Klux Klan.

Ugly yank, pedophile.

Did Dino jr f*** you.

You people f*** each other

like there's no tomorrow.

What's wrong with this country?

They're low class

in the human evolution.

No use for the human race except

maybe for sexual slavery.

But that's not what really happened.

Hurry up, guys.

The wet p*ssy twins are at it again.

Two horny girls of the same father

are f***ing each other.

Isko the Pimp.

B- Boy master of Mondomanila.

As baby left behind in a trash can.

Provides pedophiles with little children.

Nice going, man.

Nice.

It's not cooked yet.

Hey, I said the show started already.

F***, twins.

They're on right now.

The rat's getting horny already.

Why would you choose this madness

it'll only f*** you up

you get high and look like a demon's child

you run around like a mad man,

a haze blurring your sight.

is the dope really good enough

to make you throw your life away

is there really no way out of this misery

nowhere to go,

nowhere to hide

nobody will shed a tear for you

even if you manage to escape

the demons will know where to find you.

The madness in your mind

can no longer be forgotten

without knowing it,

you're digging a grave

for the one who stares at you

when you look into the mirror.

Droga

what does this madness mean

can you still escape

when you're trapped in misery

Droga

what does this madness mean

can you still escape

when you're trapped in misery

I wrote this track cause

I live a hard life

I've seen it all and

i'm stuck in the middle

I'm a man who has nothing left to lose

Death's lurking around the corner every day

every day I hope the pain will end

never knowing when death will take me away

I don't want my life to end this way

look to the right, look to the left

i'll be there

I'm sitting in every corner

with the world staring at me

how did it get this far

and how can I get out

Droga

what does this madness mean

can you still escape

when you're trapped in misery

Droga

what does this madness mean

can you still escape

when you're trapped in misery

Droga

what does this madness mean

Take a sip.

Fountain of youth.

Elixir of life

magic potion...

That cures all.

From cholera to heartbreak,

From pimples to cancer,

From bad breath to leprose.

Made only from the

purest, finest minerals.

Straight from the sewers of Mondomanila.

Alkaline, sh*t, piss, cum,

puke, tears, sweat, blood...

Mondomanila's holy drinkwater.

all cure, anti-pure.

No proven scientific function.

Drink moderately.

That's how it is in the slums.

We fight and f*** each other

like raving dogs.

They think we're ambitionless.

That we don't have any plans.

Irresponsible, junkies.

Scrougers, losers...

Freaks, perverts,

a**holes, scumbags...

Evil gossipers,

Shameless thieves.

Worthless.

Devils.

But we're happy.

Even if we're starving.

Even if we're poor.

Even if they don't know we exist, in this

congested, filthy, stinking piece of earth.

We have many problems.

But we ignore them.

You don't make any plans when

your first priority is to get a meal.

We can't count on anyone.

Only ourselves!

We don't have to expect anything

from anyone.

Our f***ing government doesn't give a sh*t

if we slaughter each other.

Everyone's just looking for a way

to get rich.

Politicians love us.

They give us rice and sardines,

as if we can't buy them ourselves.

Old worn out clothes,

for our slender bodies.

Broken toys for the little brats.

And canned food that's passed it's date,

for our empty stomachs.

And also an enormous pile of promises,

that never get realised.

Promises.

A**hole.

You're always drunk or high.

Some day I'll be fed up,

and personally drag you to prison.

Wash your feet, goddamnit.

I just washed that blanket.

Here man, for you and your brother.

Why're you so late, boy?

You look tired.

Where were you?

- I gave a massage, I'm tired.

I'm going to bed, mom.

- That's good, son, get some rest.

Look.

The only thing he can eat.

You oughta be ashamed.

Your brother's been running around all day

so you can eat.

Hanging around all day

with those losers.

Instead of looking for a job.

You know how little money I make.

Do you even know what Dino does?

He gives massages.

What do you do?

Goddamnit.

My god, what happened to you?

What did you let do to you?

Mom, don't.

That's a new shirt.

What're you doing to yourself?

Stop it. Don't you see he's bleeding?

We'll bring him to the hospital.

Be careful.

How do you still the growling of your stomach

How do you still the screaming hunger

Think back

To the last time

you had rice in your mouth.

To the last time you had the luck

that you could scrape the pan empty

and away is the hunger

What's going on here?

Calm down, I only wanted to

help your brother.

What's your problem, man?

Is that all you have?

Do you taste just as good as your brother?

I could arrange a customer for you.

Can't you hit any harder?

Shall I f*** you?

Or should I blow you?

Is your dad a f*ggot, too?

And your mom?

Your entire family consists of fags.

Even your dogs are fags.

And the cats.

You were born as a freak.

And then you do things like this?

Maybe your other hand should also be removed!

ISKO THE PIMP'S HOUSE

FRIED CHICKEN:

CRYSTAL METH:

CHEAP RHUM:

We're off again, Batman.

Friend.

Let's pay that a**hole a visit tomorrow.

Not a good idea, man.

Are you scared?

Scared?

That's not the point, man.

But think first.

This is about a white dude.

And with import you just have to be careful.

Import?

I don't give a sh*t about import.

Take it easy, man.

Think.

Whiteboy f***ed your brother.

If we get him, we'll get the

Americans on our back.

There's nowhere to hide.

They'll find us anyway.

Those guys will f*** us up, man.

These lazy ass bastards perfectly

deserve what they have right now.

Their leaders, every single one of them,

sh*t to the very core.

Filippinos have been freed from

colonialism 400 years ago.

How long do they need to get

their sh*t together?

This country's having on thieves,

that's what I say.

Thieving officials,

Thieving workers...

Thieving streetpunks,

even professors.

F***ing thieves disguising as intellectuals.

Intellectual, my ass.

You dumb Asian n*gger.

Oh yeah, these perverts love

to take it up the ass.

Assfucking motherfuckers.

This whole dog island is tearing

itself apart.

That's where I come in.

Oh yeah, you like it, b*tch?

Bury your ugly face on the floor.

And take all of me.

Sing hallelujah.

Worship me.

Motherf***er.

We're sticking to our plan.

Just watch.

Check the place.

You never know, Whiteboy might

aswell be f***ing someone.

Friend.

Luckily we didn't go inside.

A cop.

Wait.

Are you out of your mind?

We've talked about it.

We don't do anything.

Or they'd bust us.

But don't worry,

we'll get our revenge.

Just not right now.

Sgt.pepper

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