Shank Page #2

Dat's it, strong, strong.

If your mom could see ...

He goes in for the take down, boom!

- Hey, Get off me.

- C'mon, get up.

Now go and get us some munchies, yeah?

A big ting dis time.

Come, come, you know I love you, right?

- Oh, you're gay!

Shut up, man.

Move boy. I don't want to see any dust settlin'

Narrating:
I do not go to school nowhere.

They shut most of deem down.

And now I draw a map. On the lookout

for heists. Dat is my homework, now.

Always on the look out for munchies.

Enough youth on the road,

they are different these days.

But Tugz, rahh...

the man's a psycho.

And they say he beat up his own mum.

Now he runs postcodes.

Wanting all the blocks, bring beef.

I've got to stay out of his way,

dat's it.

Blood, it's about time, where 'ave you been?

-Out! Get off me.

- Well, grab dat box for me.

- Cool.

C'mon, you've been out all day.

You gotta have sumpin'.

One sec, get dat one as well,

will you?

Rag, all the time you've been here,

you couldn't get 3 boxes, ay?

Well, you know, you're too lazy, isn't it.

I've got to up your work, struggle.

See dat? Make a soldier outta you.

So, what's da plan?

Easy job, fam. One truck, 2 guards with sticks,

Tennyson said dere would be drinks in dis one.

- Down, little man?

- So, what do we need?

- The usual.

- We've got to keep dis one safe, yeah?

I keep telling you, no killing. Even if you've

got to go hungry because of it.

Don't worry, fam.

Like I told you, and I told mum back

in the day, my brain is still big, bro.

Are you listenin' to dis little horse?

You want all of us, yeah?

What size truck?

- Normal.

-Security?

- Two

- No slippin' now?

- No, I've got plans, man.

A couple of the yungas

might be on dis still.

You know what? I banged

a girl dere, you know.

Oh blood, pure lies.

Don't it make you sick?

Why you always lyin' for, man?

- Who's lyin'? You know I get pussieee.

- Look, we need an escape route.

- We got it.

I don't know about dis. I've got a

bad feeling about dis one, man.

Craze...

- Emmerdale Boy, come 'ere.

Come, man.

- C'mon, man.

Morning. What you get me out of bed, man?

Look at these monkey threads.

They're called "crepes",

blood.

I thought crepes were monkies?

Do you know how much

these crepes cost, blood?

Not brodered.

- Why you both shut up?

Stop f***in' about, man!

You need to fix up, man.

The truck's comin' in a half hour.

Dutts, come 'ere, come 'ere boy.

Come 'ere boy.

Well, come man! Focus blood! Be on point,

we don't know when we goona eat again.

So, in, out.

No long term.

- I'm driving.

- Blood, I'm driving.

Man, shut up, da both of youse.

Look. Gates. Guards.

Let's go, c'mon, move on.

I'm drivin'.

- No, I'm drivin'.

You're always f***in' drivin'.

Dat's because I'm the driver, innit?

Oy, haven't you f***ers

forgotten something?

Dis!

A fart to my left

It ain't my fart, smell it!

C'mon man, shut up. You're making way

too much noise. Dere's people around 'ere.

[Rapping]:
"I need some, nutrition.

Fixin' my chicken in, in the kitchen.

"I need it in sauce.

Why? I'm dis mission.

"I need, I need, finger lickin' chicken.

I need some finger lickin' chicken!

"Sauce, Sauce.

Sauce in my mouth, mouth.

"I need to be full in the belly, dat's why..."

F*** da support, man.

Are you sure dere are two men on dis 'ere?

- Hey, trust me man.

When have I ever lead you away?

- I might see one of my girls around here.

Oh, no one cares about

your so-called "girlz".

How come we never see you

with these girlz, blood?

How come we never see you with these girlz?

- Why youse always lying so much, man?

Shut up, you little virgin.

- Broth, I'll chill out in a minute.[Yawns rudely]

Little f***er.

- C'mon, blood, he's my brother, blood.

Well teach him. The only stunner dis idiot

has ever spoken too, is me!

See that?

That's gay.

Anyway, what's you gonna

teach me anyway, Pomppadom?

Listen, half a bite. When you go up to a girl,

you got to know what to say.

Are your feet tired? Because you've been

running around my mind all day, baby.

Are you mad?

- It works for me all the time.

And you've got to get some moves.

Watch.

Hold on a minute. Dis ain't Bollywood, man.

dis is how you skank.

Skank, I wanna see the munchies, skank.

Skank, I wanna see the munchies, skank.

Milk, rice, cheese and spam...

Skank, I wanna see the munchies, skank.

Dat is so stupid.

Fix up, man. Dis is how you skank.

It's time to get munchies.

It's time to get munchies.

It's time to get munchies.

Go get a kebab.

dis is how it's done up north.

["STICK UP SKANK" by Dotstar starts]

"All the girls in the club want to

hold me for ransom.

"Cos I'm young, and I'm black,

and they think that I am handsome.

[Dance beat continues]

They said, they could be on scooters.

A quick get away, and all that.

Yeah, a tall story.

I wish they had a Big Mac in dere.

Just one.

Trust me, if we pull dis off, I'm gonna bring

you one. And a Fillet-a-Fish.

Ah, you don't know where the Big Macs are, man.

- I know a freezer full of Big Macs, man.

Is it gonna be enough, old man?

- It's frozen.

I miss Ronald.

- And you know some fries with that would get me.

Just don't go on about the sauce, blood.

- I love the fries, you know that, right?

And that mad mayonnaise sauce

they put in deem cheeseburgers, oh!

Dat's the Big Mac, you don't get no fries.

- Blood, you know what I mean, you puss yo.

You see dat, blood?

Dat's how you make a man flinch.

Real fast.

- C'mon man, I'll f***in' shoot ya!

No you won't, man.

You ain't got nothin', blood.

No barrel, no borer, nothin'.

Just a dirty little dog.

Arff, arff!

[Laughs]

In here.

Pull in here.

Come on.

Hi, Jimbo.

- Fancy seeing you.

How you doing?

- Looking well.

Ah, flip man...

- Shhh!!!

Good boy.

Get the f*** off me, you dick.

-Get back!

I ain't got all day.

- Come 'ere.

Get the f*** out dere.

Hurry up, go.

O, yes, boys. The boat load.

- Dis will keep us in business.

Great tip.

- I told you, man.

Boys, boys,

boys, boys...

Dat's da Souljahz.

- Man dere's a fuckload of deem.

What are they doing down dese endz, man?

- Let's f***in' go then, boys!

Let's just talk about dis, man.

- They're no one, man.

F***in', dese are just yungas, man.

- dere's no oldies are dere?

They mean to wreck us.

They want to fight us, why?

We don't want to pull a coup.

For what? Dis isn't about a victim

or post code war, it's about munchies.

They're comin' to jack dis truck..

Obviously they must have

gotten some tipoff, Junior.

Now let's move out before

we get snuffy out here, now.

What you're funkin looking at, you snatch?

- You bunch of f***in' faggots!

Junior, where you going?

What the hell?

- What are you doing?

Junior:
Aaahhh!

SSSTTOOPPP!!!

What are you waiting for, blood?

Man, get back to the meadowbrook. Go!

Dat's my brother, man. Are you mad?

Man, da's my brother dere...

Damn!

Uh, uh!

Aahh!

Kick him!

- F*** him up!

[Rager screaming in agony]

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