PULP FICTION E

You motherfucker, do you speak it? Yes. Then you know what I'm saying. Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like. What? Say what again. Say what again. I said fuck you the right out the box. These bitches want my cock, I hit them with The gurdle mop. Pop the trunk the dark, I let the gun off like it's shots. Sip the Ciroc, don't get me lit, I'm not The one that's heaven sent. What they gonna tell you? Now get my money, fucking simple, man, I throw It up. Before get you busted, geeking off that Shit, don't tell me what the fuck it I'm In my zone, don't call my phone, now leave The Freddy all alone. Booted ho, or motherfucker. Test me once, I Fuck your mother, test me twice, I'll kill your Uncle. With the cut or even something permanent for All the summer. Go ahead and fuck you up, The jokes on me again. Feel the dread, I give them lead. Forty-five, I steal them dead. Freddy Krueger, now you're dead. Kill 'em all, keep me fed. Untouchable sinner, I raise the pump and I kill You. You know I'm Freddy the killer. Sip the blood, get the skrilla. Fuck you with the pump, we get the shit Right out These bitches want my cock, Them with the gurdle mop. The trunk in the dark, I let the gun It's shots. Sip don't get me lit, I'm not the one that's heaven sent. We happy? Vincent. We happy? Yeah, we happy