Dog Eat Dog Page #2

Not a great job,

but diesel dug it.

Help.

You have to understand,

diesel is a big lug nut looking dude,

but he's very bright.

In another universe,

this guy could've been

a lawyer from Stanford

or something.

Unfortunately,

we're not in that universe.

There's always something

they use.

Your parole officer,

your counseling.

Say cheese.

This a**hole cop I knew

planted 28 grams of coke on me.

An ounce, not a lot,

but it was packaged for sale,

which is the part

that fucks you.

Bail is denied.

Mom's had a double mastectomy

and was on her way out when...

That was that.

We all had our stints.

Once you were in, stayin' out

is all but impossible.

And so, with the drug

beef piled up

on top of the attempted

violent escape,

it was a five to 15 year hit.

We all did our piece

at different times,

and I was the last to come out,

so these chaps decided to throw

me a welcome home party.

You know what's funny in there?

What you know that's out here

and what you don't know,

like Facebook, come on.

We were f***in' Facebook friends

before there was a Facebook.

But the red f***ing jeans

that hug the element's leg,

I had no clue.

Get the f*** outta my business.

Should I take care

of this guy for you?

Where are you goin'?

I'm gonna kill

this f***er right now!

I'm gonna f***in' kill him!

Stop that!

We're in this together.

We go through that door

together, we come out together,

and anything other than that,

you're a piece of sh*t.

You just f***in' got out, man.

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

It's all cool, brother.

Didn't mean anything.

Tight, tight, tight.

I'm so lost.

Just move with the music, man.

I... I knew all them

little rappers,

you know, them little

teen rappers and chicas.

The n*ggers in there would

go off about 'em, right?

Little Romeo

and little this and that, right?

But I didn't know

who Taylor swift was.

Who the f*** is she?

I never heard

of that b*tch ever.

\the f*** do you know, man?

You didn't even know

we invaded Egypt.

Iraq.

- Same f***in' thing.

Goddamn right I didn't.

I didn't even f***in' know

where it was.

Still don't.

I gotta tell ya, man.

I appreciate the threads.

Well, sh*t,

I'm not gonna have you comin' out here

lookin' like Johnny Joe.

What time are we meetin' Joey?

- Not for, like, two hours.

And we're close.

Yo, Madeline.

That French whore

i was tellin' ya about,

just got off the chain.

Hey, I'm Madeline.

You mind if I grab a red

bull bloody before we go up?

Oh, god, that's sounds horrible.

No, seriously,

that just sounds disgusting.

Why don't you just

get a regular bloody

and you can fall asleep on me.

I can take it.

Not be the first time.

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