See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.
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(Laughter)
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Pretty much.
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Got matches?
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And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.
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Are you guys musicians?
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We're magicians.
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What kind of misic y'all play?
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The kind that..I dunno.
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Ask and so you shall recieve.
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Whoo!
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Reggae!
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Reggae? Oh, reggae!
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I'm not too into reggae.
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Why not?
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Oh well...
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I don't like it, that's why.
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We play rock, blues.
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Oh, actually, we play, uh, you know bon jovi?
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Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo.
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Oh.
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I like a little of this kind of music.
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Yeah?
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Yeah.
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I like jazz, blues.
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Oh, jazz is great.
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I'm not too into rap.
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I really don't like that rap.
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Rap? Rap.
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I like oldies.
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Some rock, some hard rock.
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I even like a little mexican music.
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Don't understand the shit they're sayin'.
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Don't understand nuthin', but I like it.
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Now, the indian music.
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Now that's somethin' to trip off of!
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Acid.
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Because every song is like...
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You'd better be trippin' pretty hard.
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Uh-huh.
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I'll bet you trip hard.
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Acid.
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Oh, he's got it goin' on.
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Don't you go near ya hand...
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Yeah.
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Everyday.
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Yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Everyday I say, oh please don't lie.
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We gotta leave.
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I swear.
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You should get a real one, man, what's your fuckin problem?
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Ah-hah.
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I never said I thought you were stupid either.
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He ain't got nuthin' on there.
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Can one of y'all spare 20 cents.
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I don't evn have 20 cents.
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I don't even have...uh...
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If I had 20 cents a dollar like you...
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I'd spend the last one...
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This guy's got 20 cents, I'd bet you.
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My wallet's inside.
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Yeah, right, c'mon.
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Yeah, c'mon, you got money.
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Yeah, you got cash.
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Yeah, we know you got money, man.
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Actually, I think I have a buck.
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Give her the fuckin' quarter!
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We checked you out, we know you...
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Whoo!
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Reggae!
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Reggae? Oh, reggae!
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I'm not too into reggae.
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C'mon down.
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One more time.
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C'mon down. C'mon down.
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Yeah.
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Go down and see your baby now.
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No.
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We love you, yeah.
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When I heard the verdict the first time, I was sitting there.
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Yeah.
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Fuck.
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Can't go in there.
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Fuck.
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I know he wasnt..
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I immediately gave him all my money.
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Fuck.
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I know he wasn't.
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I got another friend, he got the shit beat out of him for no reason.
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You can stay here.
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Hey man.
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On that one.
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You got a good samaritan here.
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The mother-fuckers knocked on the door and arrested him for being drunk
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in public.
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What's goin' on?
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I'm gonna break down the...
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He's really, in a mental hospital, and that thing really doesn't work.
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You should get a real one, man, what's you fuckin' problem.
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Laaa...got a night down...
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Yah.
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Who's this guy?
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2x That's Opie.
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Opie.
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Opie is our master.
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Who's this guy?
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That's Opie.
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Yah.
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Who's this guy?
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2x That's Opie.
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5x Opie.
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2x That's Opie.
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5x Opie.
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And Opie is our master.
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I am the master.
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He's so smart, he's the smartest guy we know.
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He created this.
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Knock me out.
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Master of the mother-fucker.
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Wait, I have one.
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Try that.
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He usually doesn't speak.
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Like, every 2 weeks.
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He speaks in tounges.
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Oh, in tounges.
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He only speaks every 2 weeks.
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(incoherent rambeling)
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Hey, y'all meet Raleigh?
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This is like, speaking in tounges...
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Whoo!
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I Don't Care Too Much For Reggae Dub
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| Sublime |
