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what we need 1930s to do is put our songs on JOB. Man shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nuttin' 1930s and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with 1930s our moms. Jimmy Smith Jr: [to his ex-girlfriend] Fuck you, Janeane, go home! Alex: You are really good out there. B. Rabbit: Where? In line at the lunch truck? B. Rabbit: At least I have a fuckin' job. Future: I had a lotta names, baby - The most jealous names. I used to be called Maximum, Brimstone, Godfather D - None of 'em worked, you-know-what-Ima-sayin'? 'Til one day someone said I was the future of hip-hop in Detroit. And that was it. Stephanie: I gave 'im that nickname. When he was little he had these buck teeth and big ears and he was so cute, wike a wittle rabbit. Alex: So, I hear you're a real dope rapper. Jimmy Smith Jr: Who told you I was a "dope rapper?" Jimmy Smith Jr: Hey don't be talkin' about my mom or my fuckin' car. I hear everything. Sol: So he a ninja now? B. Rabbit: This man ain't no mother-fuckin' MC / I know everything he's got to say against me / I am white, I am a fucking bum / I do live in a trailer with my mom / My boy future is an Uncle Tom / I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob / Who shoots himself in the leg with his own gun / I did get jumped by all six of you chumps / And Wink did fuck my girl / I'm still
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