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46, 
04:10, 
2008-01-16 06:41:23 Description: Lyrics
For the love of money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Flesh-n-Bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my 9
And bitch (More) Lyrics
For the love of money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Flesh-n-Bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my 9
And bitch if you slip
Hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' tha MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a 5th of burb
My wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out
To pick up the Triple Six Thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dopehouse
Smoke, jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Putted in da driveway, Wish spotted da place and quick we rolled up
Bulldozed thru the livin' room
Hop outta da car it started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, Why?
Cuz da po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat
Cuz Flesh be lovin' his money
[Layzie Bone]
I'm givin' up love to the hustlas
All them St. Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that "yeah-yo" makin' me say "yo", twenties nickles and dimes
Pick up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin'
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gots to have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just doin' it for the love of the money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Eazy-E]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw Shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy-muthafuckin-E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MUTHAFUCKA!!
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Bizzy Bone]
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' things wild
Then follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga down for my thug off in this thug game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungry
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steady rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drug dealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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18, 04:10, 2008-04-22 10:24:49 Description: Lyrics For the love of money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Flesh-n-Bone] Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my 9 And bitch if you (More) Lyrics For the love of money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Flesh-n-Bone] Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my 9 And bitch if you slip Hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my nigga, sittin' at home Polishin' tha MAC-10 crome Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit Cause once again it's on To the dome with a 5th of burb My wig to the curb so we swerve And rolled out To pick up the Triple Six Thug And follow the murder for robbin the dopehouse Smoke, jump outta me bong So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Putted in da driveway, Wish spotted da place and quick we rolled up Bulldozed thru the livin' room Hop outta da car it started to blow up Buck, Buck, and a kaboom Me blew all them bodies all over the room Them doomed And gotta move fast, Why? Cuz da po-po's comin' Snatch up me yummy So nigga don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat Cuz Flesh be lovin' his money [Layzie Bone] I'm givin' up love to the hustlas All them St. Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine Stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine Givin' up that "yeah-yo" makin' me say "yo", twenties nickles and dimes Pick up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven Gotta get what's mine, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin' Feelin one-eight-seven That's how it is, and I gots to have it in the nine-quat Mission to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up Won't sleep till I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up? Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me Feelin' lovely, but I'm just doin' it for the love of the money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Eazy-E] Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Aw Shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops! So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah I stuffed 'em Police on my draws, I had to pause And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Easy-muthafuckin-E or Eric Wright it's all the same Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip I gotta have it bitch For the love of this shit MUTHAFUCKA!! [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Bizzy Bone] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind Check out the ripsta, now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood Got nothing to lose, bitch Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang Bang, gotta make that money man It's still the same Steady runnin' things wild Then follow me now While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub you're done For the bud, I run, for the love of my money [Krayzie Bone] Nigga down for my thug off in this thug game So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass Cause me and me nigga was hungry And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers Remember, me killa now For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer Cause bitch you were slippin' I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down Steady rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin' Nigga drug dealin', needin a million Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin' For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember I get 'em up for the love of the money Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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16, 04:10, 2008-04-22 10:24:49 Description: Lyrics For the love of money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Flesh-n-Bone] Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my 9 And bitch if you (More) Lyrics For the love of money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Flesh-n-Bone] Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my 9 And bitch if you slip Hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my nigga, sittin' at home Polishin' tha MAC-10 crome Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit Cause once again it's on To the dome with a 5th of burb My wig to the curb so we swerve And rolled out To pick up the Triple Six Thug And follow the murder for robbin the dopehouse Smoke, jump outta me bong So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay Putted in da driveway, Wish spotted da place and quick we rolled up Bulldozed thru the livin' room Hop outta da car it started to blow up Buck, Buck, and a kaboom Me blew all them bodies all over the room Them doomed And gotta move fast, Why? Cuz da po-po's comin' Snatch up me yummy So nigga don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat Cuz Flesh be lovin' his money [Layzie Bone] I'm givin' up love to the hustlas All them St. Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet And you better believe gotta have that cheese For the green leaves, never catch me sleep Stay on the grind, get mine Stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine Givin' up that "yeah-yo" makin' me say "yo", twenties nickles and dimes Pick up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven Gotta get what's mine, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin' Feelin one-eight-seven That's how it is, and I gots to have it in the nine-quat Mission to check a mill and still be real Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up Won't sleep till I'm done up Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up? Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me Feelin' lovely, but I'm just doin' it for the love of the money [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Eazy-E] Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Aw Shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops! So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah I stuffed 'em Police on my draws, I had to pause And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game Easy-muthafuckin-E or Eric Wright it's all the same Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip I gotta have it bitch For the love of this shit MUTHAFUCKA!! [Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4] Gotta make that money man That money man Still the same now [Bizzy Bone] When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind Check out the ripsta, now, drop down Run 'em up outta me hood Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood Got nothing to lose, bitch Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang Bang, gotta make that money man It's still the same Steady runnin' things wild Then follow me now While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see For the dub you're done For the bud, I run, for the love of my money [Krayzie Bone] Nigga down for my thug off in this thug game So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass Cause me and me nigga was hungry And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers Remember, me killa now For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer Cause bitch you were slippin' I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down Steady rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin' Nigga drug dealin', needin a million Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin' For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember I get 'em up for the love of the money Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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13, 04:10, 2007-11-05 17:00:13 Description: Lyrics
For the love of money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Flesh-n-Bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my 9
And bitch (More) Lyrics
For the love of money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Flesh-n-Bone]
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my 9
And bitch if you slip
Hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' tha MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick we can hit, so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a 5th of burb
My wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out
To pick up the Triple Six Thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dopehouse
Smoke, jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Putted in da driveway, Wish spotted da place and quick we rolled up
Bulldozed thru the livin' room
Hop outta da car it started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, Why?
Cuz da po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat
Cuz Flesh be lovin' his money
[Layzie Bone]
I'm givin' up love to the hustlas
All them St. Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for my crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that "yeah-yo" makin' me say "yo", twenties nickles and dimes
Pick up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin'
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gots to have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just doin' it for the love of the money
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Eazy-E]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw Shit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks, hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy-muthafuckin-E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MUTHAFUCKA!!
[Bone Thugs-n-Harmony][x4]
Gotta make that money man
That money man
Still the same now
[Bizzy Bone]
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' things wild
Then follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
[Krayzie Bone]
Nigga down for my thug off in this thug game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungry
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make this shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steady rollin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drug dealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone, and Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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14, 03:20, 2008-04-21 16:19:14 Description: On my first trip to Hawai'i, I learned: That best way to see an island was to cruise shotgun in a local's ride. That my city feet - armored tanks on the pavement - when naked were light, (More) On my first trip to Hawai'i, I learned: That best way to see an island was to cruise shotgun in a local's ride. That my city feet - armored tanks on the pavement - when naked were light, and folded like origami on the jagged push to the taro sanctuary. "O, wot? Panty?" That you had better switch codes to get down with some basics: aloha, a hui hou, choke, grind, howzit, moke, ohana, pau, shoots, tita, tutu. On my last trip to Hawai'i, I learned: That the best way to see an island was to hang with a botanist. At the top of a tall mountain, that's why I wanted to text farewell to the homies, except for all the buts: "But you're a city kid, but your career, but you ain't gonna be nobody..." But from the middle of this Pacific, I found asylum in every face I'd seen. I riffled through the photos in my mind: * A child hears Miss Cozzy, the 6th grade math instructor, say he'll probably be an inventor someday. * Two boys run from sirens into a chain link fence, lose their grip and fall down hard into hysterics. * A man draws a line from Golden Gate Park's panhandle to Ocean Beach to trace shadows of a romantic moment he once had. I zig zagged and see sawed through the jig saw, seeking capital to finance my emancipation but I ain't have enough saved up so I gave up and with my hands up, not at gun point but at some point I knew I had to walk the plank back to the mainland. Still, the view was wonderful. Hina Puamohala, tanks, eh? (Less)
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20, 01:05, 2008-10-05 19:52:49 Description: While on their honeymoon, Nan and Bradley Collins, who have known each other for only a week, run into Brad's former girl friend, fashion photographer Christine Norman. Still in love with Brad, (More) While on their honeymoon, Nan and Bradley Collins, who have known each other for only a week, run into Brad's former girl friend, fashion photographer Christine Norman. Still in love with Brad, Christine bristles with jealousy upon meeting Nan, and later confers with her Communist party cohort, J. T. Arnold, about Nan's background. Christine learns that Brad, the vice-president of San Francisco's Cornwall Shipping Company, has obtained a stevedore job for Nan's younger brother, Don Lowry. Cornwall Shipping is in the midst of a labor dispute, and president J. Francis Cornwall assigns the much-respected Brad, a former dock worker, to act as an intermediary between management and the union. Brad's new authority is endorsed by Jim Travers, the head of the union and Nan's recent ex-boyfriend. Before Brad can act on his assignment, however, he is visited by Vanning, a secretive Communist leader, who reminds Brad about his past as a Communist agitator named Frank Johnson. Annoyed, Brad goes to see Christine and declares that he has long since "graduated" from both her and the "party." Vanning counters Brad's defiance by ordering him to the party's dockside headquarters and threatening to expose him unless he donates two-fifths of his salary to the party. Vanning also forces Brad to witness the brutal drowning of Ralston, a party member suspected of being an FBI informant. Despite Vanning's vicious tactics, Brad announces that he is going to tell Nan and Cornwall the truth about his past. Producing a photostat copy of a party document written by Brad years before, in which Brad assumed responsibility for a killing that occurred during a walkout he orchestrated, Vanning effectively ends Brad's resistance. Faced with the prospect of a murder conviction, Brad agrees to help Vanning shut down the waterfront for sixty days by sabotaging the labor talks. The rebuffed Christine, meanwhile, pursues Don, much to Nan's dismay, and subtly draws him into her Communist circle. During the doomed labor meetings, Don loudly repeats the "party line," agitating his fellow workers, while Brad counsels management to reject all of labor's compromises. Finally, the negotiations are canceled, and the waterfront is shut down. Concerned about Christine's growing attachment to Don, the coldhearted Vanning demands that she break all ties with him. As Christine is about to leave for an assignment in Seattle, however, Don proposes marriage, and a conflicted Christine pledges her love. Sensing that Brad is in trouble, Nan, meanwhile, presses him to confide in her, but he denies any trouble. When Nan hears that Don has proposed to Christine, however, she confesses to Jim her apprehensions about the photographer, and Jim reveals that Christine is a Communist. Jim then accuses Don of being Christine's "stooge," and although he denies the charge, Don later asks Christine if Jim's allegations are true. While insisting that she truly loves him, Christine admits her Communist involvement to Don, but also implicates Brad in the conspiracy. Vanning overhears Christine and Don's conversation and, worried that Don will expose Brad, arranges for Don to be murdered by hired killers Bailey and Grip Wilson. Just after Christine telephones Nan to warn her about Don, Don is run down outside Nan and Brad's apartment. Although Brad tries to convince Nan that the death was accidental, Nan is suspicious and goes to see Christine. The grief-stricken Christine reveals that Don was indeed murdered, but also shows Nan a copy of Brad's party membership. With information provided by Christine, Nan finds the womanizing Bailey at the shooting gallery he operates and, while posing as an unhappily married rich woman, cajoles Bailey into revealing he is a hired killer. Vanning, meanwhile, forces Christine to write a suicide note and pushes her out of her apartment window, just as Brad arrives looking for Nan. Brad tries to retrace his wife's steps, but is waylaid by Grip, who has been notified by Vanning of Nan's activities. Eventually, however, Brad tracks Nan to the party warehouse, where she is about to be killed by Vanning. Brad bursts in on Vanning, brandishing a gun, but Vanning pulls out his own gun and tries to outdraw Brad. In the ensuing confusion, Brad and Nan escape and hide themselves in the warehouse. While exchanging gunshots with Vanning and his men, Brad apologizes to Nan for his past. Vanning finds Nan and is about to shoot her when Brad charges him. Brad manages to throw a grappling hook into Vanning, causing him to fall to his death, but is shot several times in the process. As a forgiving Nan holds him in her arms, Brad whispers that he met her too late and then dies. (Less)
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18, 04:37, 2008-02-25 13:18:54 Description: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ft. Eazy-E-Foe Tha Love of $
"Foe Tha Love Of $"
(feat. Eazy-E)
Foe the love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the (More) Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ft. Eazy-E-Foe Tha Love of $
"Foe Tha Love Of $"
(feat. Eazy-E)
Foe the love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
'cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
we wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat
'cause flesh be lovin' this money
I'm given you love to the hustlers
All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
Feeling one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creeping on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up?
Gotta get that business on, even though the Buddha run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money
[Chorus]
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the motherfuckers don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy motherfucking E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MOTHERFUCKER!!
[Chorus]
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip with me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
You better respect rip, or you best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thing wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, little' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give you the cash, oh, that was your ass
'cause me and me nigga was Hungary
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make the shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killer now
For money, me dig you six feet in a ditch and get richer
'cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut you, then rip you, then buck you down
Stayed rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick you and lick you, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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14, 04:18, 2008-01-10 19:16:24 Description: Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in (More) Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
we wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, Buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause Flesh be lovin' this money
I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them St.Clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, What up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but I'm just in it for he love of the money
Chorus
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! Here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So I dash, I ducks, and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy muthafuckin E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how I stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
MUTHAFUCKA!!
Chorus
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect Rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, I run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungary
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, Bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when I stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with Ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bine, Wish Bone, And Flesh-n-Bone
And I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone, in the muthafuckin' house (Less)
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533, 04:06, 2008-06-01 01:07:54 Description: http://www.clmnews.com/
Inspired by true events from a childhood episode in Writer/Director Bryan Bertino's life The Strangers Finally
arrives in theatres this weekend amidst stiff (More) http://www.clmnews.com/
Inspired by true events from a childhood episode in Writer/Director Bryan Bertino's life The Strangers Finally
arrives in theatres this weekend amidst stiff compettition at the box office and mixed reviews from the critics.
Director Bryan Bertino draws inspiration from the memory of a stranger knocking on his door when he was just a boy.
Bryan later discovers that several homes in the area had were burglerized. Inspiration for the Pin Up girl and
Doll face characters are said to be from the Charles Manson murders. Although the faces of the strangers are never
clearly revealed, through the flour bag mask a resemblence between the male stranger and Charles Manson can be seen.
The strangers offers a basic plot that tugs at every person's primal fear of being in a strange home and then over run
by unknown assailants. The lead characters, Kristen McKay played by Liv Tyler and James Hoyt played by Scott Speedman
Return to James' family's summer home. It was supposed to be a romantic celebration after James proposes to Kristen,
but the couple soon discovers that they are not alone. At just after 4 A.M. An erie knock on the front door startles the couple away from
a passionate momment. At the door an ackward young woman presents herself and in a haunting voice asks for "Tamara".
The young woman is turned away but later returns as another stranger sneaks into the home and cuts the couple off from the outside world by stealing and destroying their telephones. The story becomes a bit predictable thereafter and doesn't do much
to distinguish itself from other slasher films. The film has the typical "look Behind You" momments where the victim
fails to realize that the killer is right behind them. None more chilling than the hall way scene when james accidentally
shoots his friend Mike in the face with a Shot Gun. The film is well shot and Liv Tyler has an almost distressed
beauty that makes the predatory angle scenes rivating to watch. The movie was shot in Florence South Carolina and the surrounding
black woods are used amazingly to add to the feeling of terror in this movie. The score is erie and haunts the soul.
Especially the lead track: "The Sprout and the Bean" by Joanna Newsom. The track really sets the tone of the entire
movie and is the track that introduces the couple to the strangers. Over all the movie is a 7 for sheer scariness.
However this movie is expertly shot especially for a first time director and the simple plot does have it's advantages.
There are only 8 cast members in this movie and the audience is given a chance to fully connect with the lead characters.
Although this movie is not on the level of other movies like Hostile and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre when it comes
to gruesome imagery, A director's cut is promised on DVD and that reportedly contains many scenes that were considered
too graphic for movie theatres. This movie scores an overall score of 8 from CLMNEWS.com and it is worth seeing.
This movie might do well as an alternative to the long lines for Indiana Jones and Sex and The City also out this weekend.
For more on this movie or to view other film reviews visit www.clmnews.com and search Keyword: "Movie". For CLMNEWS.com I'm Will Darius Make: http://www.clmnews.com/ your daily home for News, Politics, Sports, and Entertainment news. (Less)
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34, 06:56, 2008-04-21 16:45:35 Description: He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click Pow, Problem (More) He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click Pow, Problem Solved. [X2] [Verse 1:] Gun On Me Faithfully Nina How I Adore Ya How I Hold You From The Side When I Control Ya, I Wont Miss. Dont Slip Or I Get Closer Then I Cant Miss, Stand Over Him Like A Pianist With No Bench. I Hold The Key Like Mariah When I Fire, No Lip All Four Fifth Throw Clip Cut Throat Niggas I Know Them, Throw Them Something To Wipe Out Ya Whole Shit, Know This Me Never, Im All Black, Masked Up Jason Part Eleven Im More Scarier Terror, I Look Fear In The Eyes Like A Mirror I Dont Fear, I Share Him With The Rest Of The Paul Barrers Bury Em', Very Low, Im Carosine, Gasoline, Its Asenine To Fuck With Me Come And See, Thats Like Running Into A Fucking Tree(Stupid), Climb Up Muthafucker Ill Leave You Hung For Weeks(Yea, Stupid). [Wayne Talking:] Now Look At You...Get Em' [Chorus:] He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click Pow, Problem Solved. [X2] [Verse 2:] I Run With Niggas Consider Themselves Gorillas, I Feed Them Banana Clips, Heads Stomachs And Hips. Quick Tip, Quit Sippin That Patron That Shit Will Get You Flipped Like A Baton...And Two Arms. Who Calm Im Calm You Calm? Tick Tick Make A Nigga Drop The Bomb,(Believe It), Im From Holygrove Vietnam (1, 7) Military Status, Captain Gone.Ask Who On They'll Tell Ya If You Fuck With The Boy And They'll Smell Ya From Anywhere. Big Bleezy Im On Like The Mayor, When Its Beef I Feel Like Lil' Jon Nigga Yea. Scare You Right Out Your Draws Act Up And The Ak 47 Knock You Right Out Your Trunk(Get Up)Back Up Turn Ya Lights Out You Done. Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Yourself. [Wayne Talking:] That Mean Go...N E, Gone, Get Em' [Chorus:] He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click Pow, Problem Solved. [X2] [Verse 3:] Gillie Man I Dont Think You Niggas Should Really Fuck With Me, The Gun I Be Urgently Working And Twirking It Perfectly, Circle The Block Im Like Fuck It Im Bussin' Im Cussin Im Like Fuck Em' I Buck Em' I Broke Em' I Buck Em'. Work Em' Til' Its Empty Get At Me Spit At Me Yea Make This A Shootout Nigga, I Hit You, You Miss Me, I Left And You Missing That Is Really Good. Im Waiting, Im Sitting, Im Patient, Im Low, Im Clicking, Im Spitting, Im Spitting, Im Spitting, Im Spitting, Til' Its Clicking I Clip Em' Naw I Aint Tripping Im Giving Em' To The River, Calling Him Shark Dinner, The Human Tuna, Weezy Baby, Lex Luger, Freddy Krueger, Do Ya(Bitch). Who You Playing With, With That Back And Foward Shit, Nigga I Aint Staying Slick Bitch I Crap Quick. He Aint Nothing But A Sandwich, Sun Man Bitch I'll Leave You Lying Down In Ketchup (Ketchup, Yea) [Wayne Talking:] Eat You Nigga's Lunch, Eat You Niggas For Lunch...Get Em' [Chorus:] He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click Pow, Problem Solved. [X2] (Less)
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17, 10:00, 2008-04-21 20:19:57 Description: This is a speed run for Turok 2: Seeds of Evil on the Nintendo 64. I did not do this speed run. I got it from www.speeddemosarchive.com. I got it for all those Turok fans out there, and non-fans (More) This is a speed run for Turok 2: Seeds of Evil on the Nintendo 64. I did not do this speed run. I got it from www.speeddemosarchive.com. I got it for all those Turok fans out there, and non-fans alike. So please don't accuse me of copyright infringement, or plagurism. Enjoy. Best time: 3:55 by David 'marshmallow' Gibbons on 31.03.05, done in 8 segments. Author's comments: This is the longest and most frustrating FPS I've ever played...yet it turns out to be semi-speedrunable. This game suffers from a host of problems and is technically inferior to the first title, in my opinion. The slideshow framerates makes playing the game somewhat painful and can be headache inducing. Of course, this assumes you can get past the horrible controls that seem to lag behind your commands. This game seems to give the hint that the Lost World is really drowning in thick maple syrup instead of normal air. Due to the game's chronic struggle to reach double digit frames I use auto-aim, which is very liberal in giving headshots when your crosshair is several feet from the target. Another problem is that the lookspring in this game can only be disabled if you move left or right...if you go forward while looking in the air your view will immediately and automatically lower to ground level. What an inspired scheme! Port of Adia: The only serious mistake was missing the easy jump near the beginning...oh well. The rest of the level is pretty smooth, although getting past enemies in tight corridors can be nerve wracking and somewhat random. Death Marshes: I do the third level second so that I can collect the Breath of Life talisman and use it at the end of the second level. The biggest trick here is using tek arrows on the armored Purr-Linn for headshots and hence OHKO's. River of Souls: The use of the "no blood" setting in the options menu neuters the otherwise dangerous zombies in this level...rather funny, I think. This level looks the same everywhere! Mantid Hive: This is one of my favorite level due to the music and the weaponry found within...flamethrowers, bores, scorpion missile launchers, firestorm cannons, charge darts...it's all good. The charge dart rifle, in particular, becomes my standard gun for the rest of the game. With a simple charged shot any enemy will be stunned for 10-15 seconds and extremely vulnerable. This is especially useful here since the mantids are quite scary. The most painful areas are the hatcheries with the queen embryos...definitely the laggiest rooms of the entire game. One, two, three...(that's me counting each individual frame as the N64 draws it on the screen). I think there's a part where I fall down a pit, but it's OK because I warp back a similar distance to where I was going in reference to the fall itself. The queen boss is just bad. Not the run, but the actual boss itself. No comment, Acclaim. Lair of the Blind Ones: Even the people that liked the game usually give up here. This is nothing more but hundreds of tunnels with random mushrooms and spider web textures...yet I beat it in roughly 40 minutes. Yes, knowing where to go in the water maze took several tries. Yes, the boss is dumb...and his name is "golden eye." Clever, but comparing this to a good game is probably not a good idea... Primagen's Lightship: This might be my favorite level. Each of the four sectors differs from the others in many ways and the enemies are actually quite inspired...the music is good...problem? There is no cheese at the end of this maze, just more towers and a big, ugly boss (although it's better than the others; at least there's no little phase where it throws weak enemies at you). Of course, after this we get to BACKTRACK! Isn't that everyone's idea of fun? It's such a clever way to make a game artificially longer. Finally, we get to the final boss...and wow...he makes the Campaigner look respectful. Back are the weak enemies between phases and the extremely tiny targets you have to hit. The only trick is to shoot his face when he recharges his energy so he...doesn't recharge at all! At least he is reduced to a fine paste in the end. (Less)
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3, 03:26, 2008-04-01 16:20:11 Description: The Poly's are essentially solo artists that form like voltron. This episode is dedicated to their individual husltes.Watch Complex direct Pharoahe's When the Gun Draws video. And then go (More) The Poly's are essentially solo artists that form like voltron. This episode is dedicated to their individual husltes.Watch Complex direct Pharoahe's When the Gun Draws video. And then go cop "Break (Less)
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4, 03:26, 2008-04-21 21:39:01 Description: The Poly's are essentially solo artists that form like voltron. This episode is dedicated to their individual husltes. Watch Complex direct Pharoahe's When the Gun Draws video. And then go (More) The Poly's are essentially solo artists that form like voltron. This episode is dedicated to their individual husltes. Watch Complex direct Pharoahe's When the Gun Draws video. And then go cop "Break Glass" April 24th on Babygrande (Less)
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16, 21:59, 2009-09-07 12:50:21 Description: "The Great Louse Detective" is the sixth episode of The Simpsons' fourteenth season. The episode, which aired on December 15, 2002, marks the point at which The Simpsons permanently (More) "The Great Louse Detective" is the sixth episode of The Simpsons' fourteenth season. The episode, which aired on December 15, 2002, marks the point at which The Simpsons permanently switched to digital coloring.++++++++++++++++++++++Plot When the Simpson family go to a free spa weekend, Homer is nearly killed when a mysterious person locks him into an incredibly hot steam room. This prompts Homer and Marge to see Chief Wiggum, who suggests that they get someone who can understand a murderer's twisted mind Sideshow Bob, who is released from prison, much to Bart's discomfort. To ensure Bart's safety, Wiggum placed a shock bracelet on Bob's ankle to keep his murderous urges at bay when he comes to live at the Simpson house. He asks Homer to list all the people who may want him dead, and decides to follow Homer around to investigate who the killer could be. During their day, they go hang gliding (Homer wanted to impress him), visit the Kwik-E-Mart and end up at a repair shop, where Homer chastises the mechanic, Junior. Later, Homer and Bob go to Moe's, where a hand, holding a gun, appears at the door and fires at Homer, but it hits and shatters Moe's pickled egg jar. The person gets away in a tow truck. Bob suggests that Homer should stay home and out of sight to be safe, but he is told that he was named the King of the Springfield Mardi Gras, in which he must ride on a float for the whole day. Bob discovers that Homer won because someone filled the ballot box with ballots listing Homer's name, but Homer takes part in the parade anyway in hopes of luring out his killer. At the parade, Bob learns that Homer's engine is having a problem due to the repair by the mechanic (the brake line is cut), and draws a correlation between the wrench used to lock Homer in the steam room, the wrenches in the tow truck, a smudge on the spa invitation, and the tow truck driver (Junior). He saves Homer by getting fired out of a cannon, and grabs Homer by his feet, just before the float hits the Museum of Swordfish. Homer and Bob end up giving chase to the killer on stilts, who is found out to be, indeed, Junior, Homer's mechanic. He admits his name is Frank Grimes Jr., who blames Homer for his father's death. The police arrive, and Chief Wiggum places Grimes Jr. under arrest and has Bob tranquilized with a dart. That night, after Homer puts Bart in bed, Bob, who was hanging to the back of the door, gags Bart, bent on killing him once again. However, Bob realizes he is accustomed to Bart's face and he can not bring himself to do it. With that, Bob takes his leave and Bart hurriedly shuts his window. At that point, Bob becomes electrocuted with his shock bracelet by two birds who play with the remote on their nest. (Less)
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