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    Raleigh: You went for line drawings and you fucked up you fuckin' idiot.
    You brain-washed yourself you mother fuckin' stupid cock suckers, because
    you never studied your Holy Homework. That's two capital H's there, all
    the rest are lower case in any fuckin' case. Supreme Court, you are not
    the fucking Supreme Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten
    thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on
    refeed mother fucker. It just started backwards and you can't do a
    fuckin' thing about it. The public are gonna take back every fuckin'
    thing from you that you took away from them you mother fucker.
    Security Guard: Raleigh.
    Raleigh: Yes.
    Guard: This is the deal.
    Raleigh: Yes, what is the deal?
    Guard: You either cool it down right now...
    Raleigh: Or you're gonna fuckin die!
    Guard: ...you're outta here.
    Raleigh: Oh, you're gonna put me out? Well I ain't leavin' mother
    fucker. Now what are you gonna do, what are you gonna do to this little
    kid? Eh?
    Guard: You're gonna go to the psyche ward.
    Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go.
    Guard: Yeah, you're gonna be right there. So you better cool it down. You
    better cool it down right now, I don't want to hear anything else out of
    this room...
    Raleigh: Or you're gonna what?
    Guard: ...or you're gonna go to the psyche ward. This is your last
    Raleigh: Yea, OK, get it. Let's go.
    Guard: Shut your fuckin' mouth.
    Raleigh: Alright.
    Guard: And don't make anymore waves in the house. Otherwise, you're going
    to the psyche ward.
    Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the psyche
    ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here.
    You're cutting into my commercial.
    Guard: You understand?
    Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of
    here! You're trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star
    asshole, you're just a fuckin' errand boy.
    Guard: You're the craziest son of a bitch I ever...
    Raleigh: Exactly...I'm an American!
    Guard: This is the last warning Raleigh.
    Raleigh: Good, Shut Up!
    [background laughter]
    Guard: Anymore out of you and you're going to the psyche ward.
    Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback.
    Guard: You need to understand that...
    Raleigh: I understand that...
    Guard: ...as long as you understand that, that's the rules, Raleigh.
    Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna kill em! That's what I'm gonna do.
    Guard: Oh, are ya? I'm in your room, Raleigh.
    Raleigh: Well, you've come in against.. this is my room.
    Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in your room, I'm in your room.
    Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, actions
    Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude.
    Raleigh: Well if you come at me you're gonna fuckin' die!
    Guard: Go for it.
    Raleigh: I ain't going for nothing, you fuckin' reach for me and I'm
    gonna take your arm off.
    Guard: Come on. Come on!
    Raleigh: I ain't comin, you come.
    Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you
    cool it or you're out of here, that's the only choice you have.
    Raleigh: Try it.
    Guard: You're gone, dude.
    Raleigh: Who's gonna enforce it? Call the cops motherfucker! Call the
    Guard: You got witnesses right now?
    Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fuckin' cops! I'll call the fuckin' cops
    on you, you cocksucker, right now.
    Guard: Good.
    Raleigh: 911 - Just like that, and you will never get out of this.
    Guard: Good. Come on.
    Raleigh: I would like an emergency call please, there's a psychopathic
    trying to kill me in my fuckin' room, now get them cops over here to
    1-2-3-O-9 Ventura Street please. He is standing in my door, I told him to
    get out of here, and he tells me he's gonna put me in the psycho-tank, for
    making my production here, which is a science fiction magazine! And he's
    trying to scare me 'cause he thinks he's big, but he's just a big pile of
    shit! 'Cause I'll splatter him all over the fuckin' wall. I hope you
    record all that. That's a pre-programming for the police department! And
    send 'em over here, 'cause I'm about to kill him in two seconds. Now get
    'em over here as fast as you can please. I hope you're recording this.

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