LYRIC
Bad Boy 1: Give me a hand with this shit!
Bad Boy 2: Alright, let's do it. He's dead, aint he?
Bad Boy 1: Anybody see you?
Bad Boy 2: Eh… I don't know.
Bad Boy 1: Come on. Hurry up!
Bad Boy 2: Hey, I think I dropped something.
Bad Boy 1: Pick it up. Pick it up!
Bad Boy 3: Ready?
Bad Boy 2: Yeah, let's go!
Something, could be a body, is put in a trunk. Car doors slamming.
Someone: Yeah!
More car doors. Someone fumbling with keys.
Someone: fuck… [something] … Dodge.
Car starts up.
Radio: [something] … Raining… [something] … Facility.
A cassette is put in the stereo. Some kind of hip-hop?
Bad Boy 1: Do you know were we are going?
Bad Boy 2: No, I… [something] … Mate…. [something] … Take to the left…
Bad Boy 3: Alright!
Bad Boy 2: Yeah!
Bad Boy 1: Take to the front here.
Bad Boy 3: Alright!
Bad Boy 2: Oh, shit!
Bad Boy 1: I told you… [something] … Which [something] … Continue.
Bad Boy 2: Keep going!
Bad Boy 1: Turn by the street. I can't believe we beat that shit!
Bad Boy 2: He's gonna… He's gonna meet us outside, right? He's right up front.
Bad Boy 3: That's what he said.
Bad Boy 2: You.. You can drive…
Bad Boy 3: [something] … Shit. He said he could help us.
Bad Boy 2: What did your brother say?
Bad Boy 3: What?
Bad Boy 2: What did your brother say?
Bad Boy 3: [something]
Bad Boy 2: Take it right here.
Bad Boy 3: Yeah. Alright! See this turn up here?
Bad Boy 2: Yes.
Bad Boy 3: Alright. Take right… And then look friendly, no fuckin' bronco.
Bad Boy 2: I think I… [something]
Bad Boy 3: No, … [something]
Somebody: fuck!
"Shoot the pig" guitars. Car keys again. Doors opening.
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