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bucci – pulp fiction lyrics

the breakfast scene of pulp fiction)

brett: yes
jules: describe what m-rs-llus wallace looks like!
brett: what?
(jules takes his .45 and presses the barrel hard in brett’s cheek.)
jules: say “what” again! c’mon, say “what” again! i dare ya, i double dare ya, mother f-cka say “what” one more godd-mn time!
bucci: you won’t
brett: well he’s …he’s…black —
jules: — go on!
brett: …and he’s…he’s…bald —
bucci: you won’t say what
jules:– does he look like a b-tch?!
brett: (without thinking) what?
(jules’ shoots brett in the shoulder.)
bucci: d-mn he’s real
jules: does he look like a b-tch?
brett: no!
jules: so why’d you try to f-ck him like a b-tch brett?
brett: i didn’t
jules: yes you did, yes you did brett, you tried to f-ck him, and m-rs-llus wallace don’t like to be f-cked by anybody except miss wallace

(whispered) f-ck an ad lib

i’m sure there’s 101 things you could be doing better
the weathers cold as sh-t and n-ggas still wanna sweat er’
and shes kinda only average like a 7 or whatever
and i’m not chasing hoes my f-ckin pops taught me better
f-ck chasing thots n-gga i’m chase cheddar
all you f-ggots all you f-ggots are acting real tender
you n-ggas is all pretenders
f-ck the laws and f-ck the public defender
under the influence of music from 1980 whatever
i’m still the top contender
with lines smoother then a blender
why women crush wednesday look like she changed genders?
oops did i offend her
sorry i don’t give a f-ck, like rich folks in fender benders
gun bans are a trap ask the n.r.a
and all your are txts are private right n.s.a
and i’m trying to get rich like saddam hussein
running through life like n-gga f-ck a sprain

lifes a game, right?
right?
right?
i think!
i think!
i think!
i think!
i think! i think! i think! i think! i thot

- bucci lyrics

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