Samuel L. Jackson - Pulp Fiction lyrics

The Breakfast scene of Pulp Fiction) BRETT: Yes JULES: Describe what Marsellus 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**a say "What" one more goddamn 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**h?! BRETT: (without thinking) What? (Jules' SHOOTS Brett in the shoulder.) BUCCI: DAMN HE'S REAL JULES: does he look like a b**h? BRETT: NO! JULES: so why'd you try to f** him like a b**h Brett? BRETT: I didn't JULES: Yes you did, yes you did Brett, you tried to f** him, and Marsellus Wallace don't like to be f**ed by anybody except Miss Wallace (whispered) fu*k AN AD LIB I'm sure there's 101 things you could be doing better The weathers cold as sh** and n***as still wanna sweat er' And shes kinda only average like a 7 or whatever And i'm not chasing hoes my f**in pops taught me better f** chasing thots n***a i'm chase cheddar All you f*ggots all you f*ggots are acting real tender You n***as is all pretenders f** the laws and f** 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**, 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***a f** 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