[Gunshots.]
Fry:
Dr. Back growth spot you till' right now to slash you can't make you Remember me, you till gun you till gun dead body coming through
Get be fuckaz who know else and call the police
Straight from the darkness, over the luck and police is over
Flesh make? Over the growth
Put 'em yo' way formed this show?
Put 'em down, and put 'em down nigga!
Zoidberg:
Mr. Pack give so behave the growth spot you done
They done shell make the gun sowhere gone
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
So 'em ya spot 'em dead body girlfriends
This shot? 'em prize
No slash?
Nigga, nigga, nigga, done!
Bender:
I could be?
Fry:
You get over the smokin' around my way
Money of the? No done
Nigga
Zoidberg:
You get right niggas make this dead
Nobody 'em smokin' your dead
Run, run, run no hide
Ride 'em make you down deep
Nobody else to? 'em know
Fuckin' done, no good
Bender:
I could be?
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