Patti Cake$ Page #2

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Oh, sh*t, I gotta go to work.

C'mon. Hurry, hurry.

Yeah?

Hey, Lou, what's good?

I dunno, you tell me, kid.

Well, I need

to ask you somethin'.

Uh-oh.

Here we go.

Was hoping you could

bump me up a little.

It's a really tough time now

'cause of Nana's bills and...

All right, all right,

stop right there.

No raises and no more hours.

Okay. Got it.

Oh. Stop with the puss.

All right. Call this guy, Ray.

Can use my name.

No promises.

Sometimes he needs to staff up.

Should be decent scratch.

Really appreciate it, Lou.

Yeah. And hey, listen,

no more comps.

This ain't

a charity organization.

Barb's tab

is coming outta your pocket

if she don't settle up.

Yeah, well, I don't even know...

Yeah, all right,

save it for Dr. Phil.

Toilet's still clogged,

and the karaoke

ain't gonna set itself up.

So I'm down

And so I'm out

But so are many others

So I feel

Like trying to hide

My head beneath these covers

Couldn't have sex

with the mermaid

'cause the fin down there.

So I asked her

for a little head.

Hey, yo, Judy Blume,

who do I gotta blow to get

a drink around here?

- Another Cutty, Joe?

- Right. Just a little one.

You know, it's almost funny

- Go on. That's it.

- The Cutty.

Hey, why don't you

ditch the diary?

Come. Sit on Uncle Joe's lap.

I wanna count your freckles.

Christ.

The face that sank 1,000 ships.

Joe. Shmitty. Boys. You're in

for a real treat tonight.

Hello, Patricia.

Line up your ma's shot.

I gotta grease these pipes.

You know,

your old lady was a real piece

of "A" back in the day.

I still got it.

One more.

Seriously?

Don't you want your ma

to have a nice time tonight?

C'mon, Patti. C'mon.

There ya go.

C'mon, drink up.

One more.

Hey, princess,

it's a marathon, not a sprint.

No?

- No.

- Mm-hmm.

What, you got ya f***in'

period or somethin'?

Whoa!

- Oh, my God, sweetheart.

- Right. Mmm!

Come on.

There you go.

There you go.

Hey, to family, right?

Blood is thicker than Jager.

Spare a little candle

Save some light for me

Figures up ahead

Movin' in the trees

White skin and linen

Perfume on my wrist

And the full moon

That hangs over

These dreams in the mist

Keep dreaming.

Shut the f*** up, Joe.

Darkness on the edge

Shadows where I stand

I wanna see you clearly

Come closer than this

But all I remember

Are these dreams

In the mist

These dreams go on

When I close my eyes

Every second of the night

I live another life

These dreams that sleep

When it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake

The further I'm away

How'd I sound up there?

Real good.

O-Z, G-O-D

All that's divine

I'm throwing prayers

In the air

So show me a sign

All roads lead to Rome

But home's so far

From your throne

When will it finally be time

To go for mine

And shine on my own?

Come outta the darkness,

my lamb.

And shine in the all-seeing

eye of God.

The world is yours.

Goon Squad! Goon Squad!

Goon Squad! Goon Squad!

- Goon Squad.

- Rap this sh*t

-Goon Squad.

- Rap this sh*t

Danny Boy and I

Came to party

On the dance floor

Where I met this hottie

I bought her some drinks

Some shots of Bacardi

Then I drove her back home

In my Maserati

Got in the front door

And, man, this girl's a freak

Mouth so full

That she couldn't speak

And then I tapped on that ass

Hit it from the back

And I skeet-skeet-skeet

Right on that tramp stamp

Goon Squad!

Punch the sky!

Punch the sky!

Goon Squad!

Goon Squad!

Goon Squad!

Punch the sky!

Punch the sky!

Come on!

That should be us up there.

And now,

making his live debut...

Basterd, the Antichrist.

Antichrist?

The government plants

The seeds of greed

In the toxic air you breathe

And the trash that you eat

Until your dreams are

Steaming piles of excrement

Say your prayers

Take your medicine

You are the walking dead

Sucking on the poisonous teat

Of money and sex

In debt 'til death

You good little boys and girls

You do what you're told

You buy what you're sold

Get off the stage, a**hole!

You're sheep!

You're sheep!

Wake up! Wake up!

Shut your hole, freak!

- GSM, b*tch!

- Leave, b*tch.

Yes, Ray, at 10:
00 a.m.

Definitely.

Yes. No, thank you.

I'll see you then.

Be on time, for sure. Thanks.

Hey, you dropped this.

I liked your set, man.

I haven't really seen

anything like that before.

What's that

kind of music called?

I don't know.

Okay. Cool, yeah.

Keep it real.

You know, I agree with you.

This place is full of sheep.

We gotta get our sh*t together.

Yeah, I know.

You could kill up there.

- You're way better than them.

- Uh-huh.

It's Danny Boy

The pipes are calling

For that crack

I slang kilos

You know my steelo

Young Gambino

Playing craps at the casino

Making these dineros

Like De Niro in a Lambo

All these hoes

Drop their panties

For the hometown hero

Yo, I smoke a blunt

Drink a beer, yo

The fucks I give

Would equal zero

Yeah!

Now, let me hear you cheer, yo.

I can't hear you cheer, yo!

Hey, Slaz, get it.

GSM, boys and girls

No, we runnin' this street

All you pussies got a big dog

Ready to eat

Don't believe it?

Then you get it

And you get it for free

F*** with me, Danny or Pony

You'll be dead

In these streets

Ah!

Who's next? Come on.

Who's got bars?

She's next.

Oh, Dumbo!

Dumbo has bars.

Yo, I think Dumbo's gonna spit.

Come on.

Dumbo, let's hear it. Come on.

Okay.

Yeah.

Check this out.

Since I came

Straight out Caesarian

Baby, I'm a born star

I'm courtside

In my sports bra

While you're watching

At the sports bar

Y'all corny

I'm in a bob weave

Bobbin' and weavin'

Like Sigourney

Spittin' lawn darts

From dusk 'til dawn

I come harder

Than a porn star

Yeah, I'm that sexy beast

Make 'em go nuts

Like a testie

While they sext me

Like a T-Rex

Seacrest, I'm flexing

On my jet ski

I'm Aretha in my Reeboks

Steady getting re-spect

From Taiwan to Teaneck

It's Killa P in e-ffect

I'm Xena eatin' ziti while

You skeetin' in your Kleenex

My chain hangs low

In the cleavage of my V-neck

Go, Dumbo! Go, Dumbo!

Yo, Danny, Dumbo got bars, son.

You're f***in'

trippin'. A'ight, yo.

It's Dapper Dan

The man back again

a.k.a. The Freshest

I've run the game

Block to block

They should call me Tetris

But wait, yo, who is

this Dumbo b*tch?

Yo, white Precious?

You're looking like

A pig in sh*t

You havin' fun yet, b*tch?

Yo, I'ma beat you

with this dick

'Cause you a glutton

For punishment

But hey, hold up.

Goodyear Blimp,

yo, have you ever thought once

about a gym membership?

She's like a slob a**hole rim

Jabba the Hut

Now, that's a ton of sh*t!

Yo, I kick it apocalyptic

Slit your esophagus

Slash and damage

I've got this appetite

For destruction

Suck on my brass

Knuckle sandwich

Yo, you fugly and you rancid

But I'm the man, b*tch

God damn it

I wouldn't f*** you

Even if you were

The last piece of p*ssy

On the planet

Loser! Loser!

Go mother f***ing hard!

Yo, Dumbo's gonna cry.

TKO, bro.

Come on, Dumbo, spit.

Oh, Danny, it's time

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