Patti Cake$ Page #8

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Look, I know I lost my mind

there for a minute.

Do you wanna go

to the diner after work?

I'll think about it.

On one condition.

Enough with the hating

and the negativity, okay?

That sh*t is toxic.

Promise?

What's good

with the Prince of Darkness?

Don't think I don't know what's

goin' on between you two.

I don't know

what you're talkin' about.

Chill. A little sexual tension

is good for the group.

The press'll eat it up.

Just don't forget about me.

You'll always be

my number one son.

You really need

to get a cell phone.

I've been looking

for you everywhere.

Where you been hidin'?

My dad's.

Why'd you run away that morning?

I just freaked out. I'm sorry.

I wanna introduce you

to someone.

Come on.

Mother...

I want you

to meet Patti Cakes...

the poet I won't shut up about.

You been sittin' on that couch

and you're ready

to make that change,

Pro-unit is the thing for you.

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Hey, Ma.

Will you do my hair?

Not right now, Patricia.

I'm busy.

Come on.

I need a professional's touch.

No.

Come on, Ma.

Pretty please?

With a sugar on top?

Please get out of the way

of the television.

I'll buy you five packs of cigs.

How come you never trusted me

to do this before?

Steady, Ma.

- Hey, Ma?

- Mm-hmm.

This kinda famous DJ called

and then invited me

to perform in Newark

on Friday at a talent showcase.

What d'ya think about maybe

getting outta the house,

you know...

come out and see me?

Not with this rap sh*t.

I thought you were

done with this stuff.

Wow.

Wash it out yourself

in 30 minutes.

- Who are you?

- PBNJ.

You're on after the fourth act.

Stage is upstairs.

All right, all right,

all right, come on.

I'm tryna rule the world

My nigga can't sit still

Stick up for this sh*t

Like I'm aimin' with a pistol

I got one shot, nigga

I can't miss here

Take one shot, nigga

I'm still miss here

I'm tryina rule the world

My nigga, can't sit still

Stick up for this sh*t

Like I'm aiming with a pistol

I got one shot, nigga

I can't miss here

I take one shot, nigga

I'm still...

Damn, he's good.

My homies, I speak for them

Through my actions

Through my thoughts Through

decisions In the streets

Politicking with my peeps

Still remain discreet

Through the secretions...

Yo, my people!

Tonight is a very special night.

Up in the balcony we got

The Godfather himself

looking down on y'all.

Get on ya knees

and pray to the legend,

your god on high.

O motherfucking Z!

O-Z, O-Z, O-Z, O-Z...

And we got some

other super-dope MCs

on the way as well,

so Jersey, please make

some motherfucking noise!

Put your hands up!

Come on, now! Come on!

Trouble we get into

When we spit on instrumentals

Come on, now!

They say they bars hard

They be simple...

You got this.

You're a boss b*tch.

P, we're on.

P.

Holy sh*t.

Jheri, I don't know

that I can do this.

I got no spit in my mouth.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wha'sup, wha'sup?

Yeah.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

give it up

for PBNJ.

Yo, Dumbo.

Rap, b*tch!

You suck.

Go back to the suburbs,

Piggy Azalea.

Killa P and Teabag!

You got more oregano

for me this time?

It's our turn.

For Nana.

Get off the stage!

Oh, girls, it's a cold world

Of violence and vultures

You gotta be strong

With this weight

On your shoulders

Like New Jersey devils

We cursed upon birth

But the dreamers and freaks

Will inherit the earth

But these haters will hate

On a heavyweight, wait

'Cause revenge is a dish

Best served on a cold plate

And I'll be that waitress

With blood on my apron

F*** minimum wage

I will bring home this bacon

Killa P, R-I-P

Patti Cakes be the name

'Cause I'm sick

Of that fake sh*t

Like fake tits and facelifts

The bigger the girl

The deeper the pain is

The anger, the passion

I hope and I'm praying

To sweet DJ Jesus

my life needs a remix

Pull mics from my cleavage

And show them my genius

Big girls, we don't cry

So I rise like a phoenix

Take off these gloves

Knuckle up for that

Tuff love

We're the New Jersey demons

So put your hands

To the ceiling

'Cause it's the realness

You're feeling

Tuff love

Well, it's in the blood

Well, it's in the blood

Tuff love

We're the New Jersey demons

So put your hands

To the ceiling

'Cause it's the realness

You're feeling

Tuff love

Come on, come on

Let's run

Let's run, let's run

Let's run

I spit behind a cage

A bartender with bars

You can run

From where you're from

But not from who you are

Well, the hate's a disease

There's a cost to be free

So you can kiss my big ass

I turn the other cheek

With no tricks up my sleeve

Oh, no, no silly rabbit

No rings, got no bling

No 24 karat

No penthouse, no palace

Still live with my parent

Who battles the bottle

Since my daddy abandoned us

I know I can make it

I know we got talent, yeah

I lost my mind when I

I lost my Nana

They call me a cow

But I ain't going cowardice

Not bowing out

Make my mama so proud of this

In love with the Basterd

Jheri got that swagger

I rap through my sadness

Turn tragic to magic

Don't f*** with this fat chick

Or you'll get your ass kicked

Dombrowski girls

Never give up on that

Tuff love

We're the

New Jersey demons

So put your hands

To the ceiling

'Cause it's the realness

You're feeling

Tuff love

Uh, uh

Well, it's in the blood

Tuff love

We're the

New Jersey demons

So put your hands

To the ceiling

'Cause it's the realness

You're feeling

Tuff love

- Come on, come on

- BARB:
Let's run

Let's run, let's run

Tuff love

Just like a dagger

In my heart

Tuff love

Well, it's in the blood

It's in the blood

Tuff love

We'll keep the secrets

In the dark

Tuff love

Let's run

Tuff love

PBNJ! PBNJ! PBNJ!

Ladies and gentlemen, the moment

we've all been waiting for.

The winner of this year's

Rookie Monster Challenge.

A unanimous decision.

It's gonna be huge out here.

Give it up for Nomad.

Thank you, thank you.

Yo, I wanna thank everybody

for comin' out,

showin' me mad love

when I was here on this stage.

O-Z, I'm comin' for you next,

for real.

Peace and love, everybody.

Thank you for comin'.

Come here.

Oy, Patti Cakes!

Come on, we're hungry.

Go have some fun.

- Go have fun.

- I'll see you at home.

Okay.

- Want one, Jheri?

- Yo, yo, yo,

yo, yo! Sound the alarm!

It's your girl

DJ French Tips playing

the most requested tracks

of the day.

Coming in at number one-ten,

getting it started straight off

their self-released demo,

it's...

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

Peanut butter

To the Wonder Bread

Jam to the Smucker's

Like some impotent dads

We some bad motherfuckers

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

Peanut butter

To the Wonder Bread

Jam to the Smucker's

Like some impotent dads

We some bad motherfuckers

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

PBNJ, P-PBNJ

- Jheri!

- Shut up!

Peanut butter

To the Wonder Bread

Jam to the Smucker's

Like some impotent dads

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