Human Traffic Page #3

...The barrenous with the venomous, tantrums so scandalous...

...Motherfuckers can't handle knock them like Rambo...

...Still caged with strength to go head-up for days nigga (Yeeeaaah).

- Yeah!

[ Music continues ]

...In despair as I'm sittin' in this chair 'bout to die...

...In jail a long time no lie can't cry...

...A lot of things are runnin' through my mind mostly crime...

...My last request be one more chance to say my rhyme...

I'll take that sh*t, man.

That sh*t is real.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man. Hey.

Can't be missed. Twenty quid.

- Twenty quid?

- Yeah, man. Eh.

You know like when the price

of artists' work goes up

when they die, yeah?

Well, the price

of hip-hop albums go up when

the gangsters get locked down.

Hey, when they get

the chair, the price'll

go into orbit, mate.

- Is it?

- Look, it's going to be banned.

So I'd nab it now before

some other hip-hopjunkie does.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah, all right.

- All right, nice.

Nice one. Yeah, safe.

All right.

Any new jungle in, guy?

I've got the Tarzan and Jane

of jungle just swung in

on the vine this morning, mate.

I'm telling you,

this could turn Hare Krishna

into a bad boy.

Mmm! Jungle is massive in any place!

Make a disgrace!

[ Jungle music playing: Aphrodite Stalker ]

...Easy, man! Easy!...

[ Indistinct Chattering ]

Cardiff massive!

Cardiff massive!

[ Indistinct Chattering ]

Ai! Ai! Ai!

Bounce to the beat!

Bounce, bounce to the beat!

Brutal!

F***ing hell.

F***ing hate this job, man.

[ Exhaling ] F***.

We spend nine hours a day,

five days a week

incarcerated in this...

wanky, f***ing store...

having to act like...

C3PO...

to any twat that wants

to condescend to us.

Do you know what I mean?

We have to brown-nose the customers,

then we get abused

by some mini f***ing Hitler...

who just gives us stick

all day.

What the hell

do you think you're doing...

just standing around

and talking?

If you wanna work

in this firm,

then wake up

and get real.

Now, tidy up the T-shirts,

stack the jeans and put them

in color-coordinated piles.

Take this

as your final warning!

[ Grunting ]

[ Jip Narrating ]

Now I take the corporate cock

shafting like the next person...

because I need to pay the rent.

But if you ask me, the Antichrist

has been with us for a long time...

and he means business,

big business.

- All right, Nin?

- Yep.

[ Jip Narrating ]

Nina's boss is a closet human.

He desperately wants to get into Nina.

He slides around the shop floor

fueled by the bad sperm

that pours from every orifice.

- You looking after my meat?

- Oh, that was funny.

- Well, I'm a funny guy.

- Yeah, you should have your own series.

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