Kings Page #5

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I got a friend of a friend.

Said he'd let me stay in his

broom closet but I don't know.

- You're beautiful.

- Yeah.

- She's a real pretty girl, man.

- Man, she's marvelous.

I mean, come on. Look at you.

Look at those lips.

Look at me.

Did you like that?

- She's like a kid, man.

- No, she's a little woman.

Come on, man. Knock this off.

Come on, man. Back off.

She's enjoying it.

Right? Well, you know

you'll drive any man crazy.

How about this?

Wanna take a ride?

What do you say?

You can stay at my place.

Come here.

Let me tell you something.

I'm gonna take you home.

And you gonna show me

that round ass,

those brand new breasts.

And I'm gonna f*** you.

And you're gonna love it.

And you're gonna wrap

your legs around me.

I'm gonna f*** you over

and over and over again.

You want that, right?

- Don't even doubt.

- Let's go somewhere.

- Come on, man.

- You need a bath.

What?

You're a real big ugly sh*t,

you know?

- What the hell's wrong with you?

- You b*tch!

Oh, so now I'm b*tch.

A minute ago,

- you're heading for sex, you f***ing pig.

- Motherf***er!

[both indistinct shouting]

[Jessie] You shut up, okay?

[Nicole] Oh, pervert! Come here!

Come here! I'll beat

the sh*t out of you.

Are you out of your mind?

You can't even grab

a little girl.

- [Nicole] F*** you!

- Hey.

No guts, huh? No balls?

- I bet you're not having a dick.

- N*gger, is she crazy?

[both indistinct shouting]

Who the f*** you are talking to?

- You lucky. F*** you, b*tch!

- Get the hell out of it here.

[man] I'll see you.

I'll see you.

Get out of here!

[cop] You know why

I pulled you over, sir?

Where did all my friends go?

The guys with the whiskey.

- Come on. Let's go.

- It's the third time I got pulled over tonight.

I don't even have a light out.

What's the matter?

Sir, your license, please?

I got trailed on a freeway.

I pulled over.

You guys already wrote me up and some

squad stops me down on Normandy.

I'm not drunk.

What are you doing?

You gotta stop it. You

wanna get yourself killed?

I need a place to stay

and I'm tired, okay?

Close the door,

it's cold out there.

Fine. Suit yourself. Move over.

What I like is a little respect

for an officer of the law.

Hey, hey, whoa, easy now.

You sure you wanna sit

in their car? Come on.

- Let's get out of here.

- No, it's not safe for me out there.

- You're driving me nuts.

- Then you get out of here.

I'm gonna stay right here.

And I'm gonna wait to get clubbed,

that's what we're here for, right?

Easy, stay right there. What the

hell is going on back here?

- [man] Where you going?

- Am I not allowed in jail?

Prison, juvenile home,

whatever you got.

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