1- Hold on a minute.
What the fuck? Hold on a minute!
Yo, what the fuck?
Quit playing with your fucking self! Open the door!
Fuck, man. Who the fuck is you, nigga?
Where are you going?
– Backstage. I’m in the battle. – You can’t.
– I got a stamp on my hand. – Go around front.
– Man, you just seen me- – I didn’t see nothing.
You just fucking seen me. I went to the bathroom.
He has a problem with me. Shut up.
He’s straight, dawg.
– He with you? – Yeah.
Okay. Cool, Future. But your boy got an attitude problem.
Come on. You’re crazy, trying to fight bouncers.
The guy’s obviously got something against me. I go to the bathroom-
Rise above that bullshit.
Hold on, man.
You fucking threw up on yourself? Come here!
Hey, Rabbit. I know you’re ready, Rabbit.
Where you going? He hurled on his shirt.
Let me see. Get the fuck off me.
What are you doing, man?
Come on, it’s deal time.
Our clica will be on the map after you whup some ass tonight.
Me and Janeane broke up.
What, again? I left her the car.
Come on, Rabbit.
She said she’s pregnant.
She’s gonna need the car if she’s pregnant.
I’ll need a place to crash.
You going to stay at your mum’s?
Can I get some fucking privacy here?
All right, come on.
My bad, man.
If something’s gonna happen with this shit, it needs to happen now.
I feel you. I know exactly what you’re talking about.
All right, come on, man. How you feeling?
I feel good. You feel good?
Sure? I’m ready.
Ready, baby. I want to see you rip that shit, all right?
Let these motherfuckers know, man. It’s all you, baby. Three One Third.
Your lyrics are shitty like when I cop a squat
Who told you to fuck with the mighty Papa Doc?
For stepping onstage I should rock your knot
Don’t get too close or you might get shot
You need to call your momma and tell her come get ya
If she knew him, she could bring your midget pops with her
I put a hole in your head Like a 12 gauge
Looking like Kris Kross Jiggity jump yo’ ass offstage
I’m a grown man, son I’ll slaughter you
Make your ma wish her fat-ass aborted you
A lot of hostility at the end of the 45 seconds. Let me get the mike.
Open up a little bit. Let everybody see Future.
How y’all feel about Shorty Mike?
Kinda mediocre love?
Just all right for Shorty Mike?
All right, what about Papa Doc?
All right, Papa, you go to the next round.
Next up is my man Bunny Rabbit…
and Lil’ Tic.
Come on, bring your asses onstage. We ain’t got all day.
All right, enough of the fanfare.
– Heads or tails? – Heads.
Lil’ Tic, set it off. DJ, 45 seconds.
Spin that shit.
I’ma murder this man!
He’s the type to lose a fight with a dyke
They don’t laugh ’cause you wack It’s ’cause you white with a mic
You’re a laughingstock When will this laughter stop?
When you and Everlast bitch-ass get popped
You a wigga that invented rhyme for money
Watch Lil’ Tic spit kick the Energizer Bunny
Rip the Rabbit head off Toss it to Hugh Hefner
‘Cause I don’t play, boy Tell me who’s fresher
LT, that’s right Cock the heat and shoot ya
I’ll punish Rabbit or obsolete Future
My paws love to maul an MC
‘Cause he’s faker than a psychic with caller ID
So that bullshit, save it for storage
‘Cause this is hip-hop You don’t belong, you’re a tourist
Put your hockey sticks and baseball bat away
This here’s Detroit 16 Mile Road is thataway
Whoa, whoa, okay, 45 seconds, very nice.
You did a good job, Lil’ Bitch. I mean, Lil’ Tic. My bad.
All right, next up is my boy Bunny Rabbit.
Hey, talk that shit if you want, but I vouch for this motherfucker.
He’s a motherfucking genius.
Hit that shit. Forty-five seconds. DJ, kick it.
Where’d y’all find this nigga at?
Come on, Rabbit!
Come on, Rabbit! Come on!
Don’t worry about it, dawg. I’ll call you tomorrow.
I got to go back inside.
Stay strong, my brother.
You’ll rip ’em next time.
– Yep. – Yeah. Next time.
Peace out, Rabbit!
What the fuck?
Oh, shit, Rabbit. Oh, God.
You okay, baby?
Don’t you think you should have called or…
knocked first or something?
I know that, Rabbit.
I gotta get down to the phone place tomorrow.
I’ve been busy, you know.
Rabbit, what are you doing here?
How about knocking?
Me and Janeane just broke up.
I’m sorry, honey.
I thought you had a good thing going with her.
Sleeping with someone else? No.
I got work in the morning, so…
You and Future still at that Little Caesars in Warren?
No. I’m at New Detroit Stamping now.
That’s good. What?
He got fired from a pizza place.
– At least I got a fucking job. – Okay, stop it.
Only ex-cons and welfare mums work at that plant.
are you staying here for a while or what?
Just for a couple weeks, till I can save enough to get my own place.
Just like Bob Zurowsky.
All your friends still living at home, aren’t they?
What a bunch of fucking losers.
Fuck you! What’s your problem?
What’s your problem, bitch? Don’t kick my clothes!
– Don’t fucking judge me! – Why don’t you grow up!
Stop it! It’s him, not me!
I’ve fought guys bigger than you.
Fucking punk. Stop it!
Hey, baby. What are you still doing up?
You woke me up.
Yeah, I’m sorry, baby.
What’d I do?
Go back to bed. Will you sing to me?
Yeah. Of course I will. Come on.
I know this girl
Her name is Lily
And it’s past her bed
She goes to sleep
And she can just dream
And not have to be
In a stinky trailer with me
So when I feel blue
Don’t know what to do
I look at you
And I just say
Good night, baby. Go to sleep.
If you’re going to live here, you have to get along with Greg.
He started it.
You can’t fuck this up for me, baby.
– You just can’t. – Whatever.
Can I get a ride to work in the morning?
Where’s your car?
I left it for Janeane.
You’re going to let me borrow your car?
It’s your birthday present.
My birthday’s not for two weeks.
But you’re still my little Rabbit, right?
I need to get to sleep.
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