Plot
Some people are having fun in Hong Kong tonight. A curious yet nervous middle-class couple ventures into a love motel and experiments with alternative practices for the first time; a new triad recruit on his first delivery job overhears a highly emotional exchange between two cops in a public bathroom; a drunken dude finds the keys to an empty apartment and mistakenly falls in love with its absent owner; and a Filipino maid runs all around town only to get caught in a doomed love triangle.
Keywords: independent-film
The Latin adverb sic ("thus"; in full: sic erat scriptum, "thus was it written") added immediately after a quoted word or phrase (or a longer piece of text), indicates that the quoted words have been transcribed exactly as spelled or presented in the original source, complete with any erroneous spelling or other presentation. The usual purpose is to inform the reader that any errors or apparent errors in the transcribed material do not arise from transcription errors, and the errors have been repeated intentionally, i.e., that they are reproduced exactly as set down by the original writer or printer. It may also be used as a form of ridicule or as a humorous comment, drawing attention to the original writer's spelling mistakes or emphasizing his or her erroneous logic. Sic is generally placed inside square brackets, or in parentheses (round brackets), and traditionally in italic, as is customary when printing a foreign word.
"Professor Smith stated that 'in the Domesday Book of 1087 [sic]' the king held more manors than any other person." The professor had given the incorrect date for Domesday Book (recte 1086) and leaving his error uncorrected followed by [sic] emphasises that the error was his. The professor has thus been somewhat ridiculed. A more diplomatic way of quoting the professor would have been to omit the date altogether whilst retaining the substance of his argument or simply to have corrected it in the knowledge that it was a "slip of the pen". In one early instance, a letter written in July 1876 by Dr. Enoch Mellor to the editor of the Literary Churchman discussed "the cheap insinuation of ignorance which can lie in a bracketed 'sic'."
Marco Simoncelli (Italian pronunciation: [ˈmarko simonˈtʃɛlli]; 20 January 1987 – 23 October 2011) was an Italian motorcycle racer. He competed in the Road Racing World Championship for 10 years from 2002 to 2011. He started in the 125cc class before moving up to the 250cc class in 2006. He won the 250cc World Championship with Gilera in 2008. After four years in the intermediate class, he stepped up to the MotoGP class with the Honda Gresini Team. Simoncelli died after an accident during the 2011 Malaysian Grand Prix at Sepang on 23 October 2011.
Marco Simoncelli was born in Cattolica but grew up and lived in Coriano with his family since childhood. He started racing minibikes at the age of seven in his hometown of Coriano, moving on to the Italian Minimoto Championship in 1996 at the early age of nine. He won the Italian Minimoto Championship in 1999 and 2000 while also became the runner-up in the 2000 European Minimoto Championship. The following year, he stepped up to the Italian 125cc Championship and he won the title in his rookie year. In 2002, he competed and won the European 125cc Championship.
Here comes the pain
Enemy, show me what you wanna be
I can handle anything
Even if I can't handle you
Readily, either way it better be
Don't you fucking pity me
Get up, get off
What the hell am I saying?
I don't know about malevolent
Sure as hell decadent
I want somebody to step up, step off
Walls, let me fall
Fuck you all
Get a grip, don't let me slip
'Til I drop the ball
Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it
You're going down, this is a war
Fuck
Who the fuck am I to criticize
Your twisted state of mind
You're leaving me suspect
I'm leaving you grotesque
Feels like a burn from which you never learn
Cause and effect, you jealous ass
Press your face against the glass, suffer
Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it
You're going down, this is a war
I've just begun
It's about that time, gotta get mine
I've just begun
It's about that time, gotta get mine
I've just begun
It's about that time, gotta get mine
I've just begun
It's about that time, gotta get mine
You can't kill me
'Cause I'm already inside you
You can't kill me
'Cause I'm already inside you
You can't kill me
'Cause I'm already inside you
You can't kill me
'Cause I'm already inside you
Sic, sic, sic, sic
A psycho ass nigga, I'm dissin' your crew
If you don't like the way I rap, tough shit nigga fuck you
It's time for a murder, I'm finna' kick ass
Breast feed newborn babies with unleaded gas
Blood gushin' out your head, it's getting thicker and thicker
Pour some chocolate on your arm so it can taste like a Snicker
Push your ass off a building, check to see if you're dead
Blast back a second blade, plus I'll sharpen your fuckin' head
I'm strapped with the uzi, so get ready to die
Catch a nigga' while he sleep and strike a match in his eye
I'll sneak in your house and kill your ass for fun
Check to see if you're still sleepin', burn a hole in your tongue
Bloody bodies in caskets, the measure are drastic
Dead babies in my house suffocated by plastic
Think you can beat me? You gotta' be jokin' hoe...
Threw a brick in Houston, Texas, broke a window in Tokyo
Your sister stole my money, that's alright, I'ma slam her
Catch that bitch by herself, and beat her the fuck up with a hammer
Throw your daughter in the air, hope that bitch break her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so I can make me a taco
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho... I need to be dead
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with some popcorn
I'm mentally psycho, insane with a triple-six
Six hundred dead cat heads screamin' in a crucifix
Yo I'll be damned if I don't get no respect
Drunk a pint of goat's blood, then I died in a squirrel's nest
Yeah
You mothafuckas' said you think that I'm soft
That's why you' bleedin' with a thousand dead rats in yo' fuckin mouth
To kill a nigga' is a chance I can't pass up
After hitting you wit' a stick, naw' don't fall... get yo' ass up!
Some say I'm crazy, some say I'm a crook
Cut up his body so damn bad, the flies said "UUUHHN!?"
I won't stop shootin' til' somebody gets shot
A bunch of bloody cut off fingers, anybody want red hots?
I won't sweat, but then I'm a threat
Here's a bullet for you, and your child that ain't born yet
You mothafuckas' still tryin' to diss
Beat a nigga' in his chest til' his stomach say "Fuck this!"
A violent nigga, stickin punks like paste
Hoe, I'll slap yo' ass so hard my hand will go through yo' fuckin' face
Marriage -
Me and yo' mama getting married soon...
After I fuck her I'ma kill her at the honeymoon
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
This is a mothafuckin' WARNING.
A damn red alert
Squeeze yo' neck with some pliers til' I see blood squirt
I'ma crazy mothafucka', smokin' punks is my joy
You don't really wanna' fuck with me boy
Flashbacks from Panama makes the gangster elite
12 O'Clock I'm out searching for some good looking brains to eat
Growin' and showin', steady
You talkin' shit to me? You must don't know who you fuckin' with
See what I'm saying; Ganksta Nip means "DOOM"
Mercenary plus a ninja, rifleman in a courtroom
Throats on a kite, got intentions to fight
Bodybags in the street, dogs eat good for a week
Bitch I'll shoot you in your face, you think I won't do it?
Charles Manson, Freddy Krueger, makin' babies drink lighter fluid
Yeah I'ma gangster, I ain't got time to be mushy
Keep yo' bitch out my face 'cause I might blow up her pussy
Graveyard in my bed, only when I get mad
Arms and legs in my closet, heads and throats in my trashbag
Talkin' that shit, you'll get beat with some switches
Blew up a convalescent center 'cause I hate old bitches
I try to be cool, but y'all won't leave me alone
South Park lunatic, with the mind of Jim Jones
I'm hard to beat, favorite food is raw meat
Two-Hundred blenders in my head, crushin' heads like pigs' feet
[Chorus and Break:]
You'll bleed from your head to your toe
That's how it is, when you fuckin wit' a psycho
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(...ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')