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Sublime

Genres: Rock

Raleigh Solioquy Pt. Ii Lyrics - Sublime

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. Supreem Court, you are not 

the fucking Supreem Court of anything, except Hell! For the next ten 

thousand years you will shovel your shit and eat it, because your on 

repeate 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 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 your gonna fuckin die! 

Guard: ...your outta here. 

Raleigh: Oh, your 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: Your gonna go to the psyke ward. 

Raleigh: Well good, that's where I wanna go. 

Guard: Yea, your 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 or you are gonna go to the psyke ward. This is your last 

oppertunity. 

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'r 

going 

to the spyke ward. 

Raleigh: Well, thats exactly what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna go to the 

psyke 

ward and so I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' mouth off, so get out of here. 

Your cutting into my commercial. 

Guard: You understand? 

Raleigh: I'm making a fuckin' comercial, I'm a businessman! Get out of 

here! Your trying to get in on this fuckin' thing, you ain't no star 

asshole, your just a fuckin' arand boy. 

Guard: Your 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 your going to the psyke ward. 

Raleigh: See, you lie. You don't eat your feedback. 

Guard: You need to understand that, as long as you understand that, 

that's 

the rules Raleigh. 

Raleigh:Whoever comes in this fuckin' room, I'm gonna fuckin' kill em! 

That's what I gonna do. 

Guard: Oh are ya? I'm in your room Raleigh. 

Raleigh: Well you've come in aginst...this is my room. 

Guard: I'm in your room, I'm in you room, I'm in your room. 

Raleigh: Back out, back out, back out. Words don't bother me man, 

actions 

do. 

Guard: Let's do it, go for it dude. 

Raleigh: Well if you come at me your 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 commin, you come. 

Guard: Cool it Raleigh. You understand that? You got it? Either you 

cool it or your out of here, that's the only choice you have. 

Raleigh: Try it. 

Guard: Your gone dude. 

Raleigh: Who's gonna inforce it? Call the cops mutherfucker! Call the 

cops. 

Guard: You got witnesses right now? 

Raleigh: No witnesses, call the fucking 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 psyco-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 fickin' 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 your recording this. 

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