Famous quotes by Ruby Wax:

"an amusing, witty, send-up of fashion"

""My ultimate fantasy is to entice a man to my bedroom, put a gun to his head and say, 'Make babies or die'.""

"College atheletes used to get a degree in bringing your pencil."

"I don't combine proteins and carbohydrates."

"Being a mother is hard and it wasn't a subject I ever studied."

"Like any working mother I find it hard to have a social life. But my kids are so well adjusted. There isn't a brat bone in their body so I haven't done anything that bad."

"I can't do anything too serious like Saddam Hussein, but I would like to do Bill Clinton. That'd be fun."

"I never weigh myself, but the brutal truth of television is that they don't employ old people or fat people."

"Mum used to hide love letters from my boyfriends and put me down. Now I understand that she was a Polish immigrant forced to settle in Chicago. She was jealous of the freedom life gave me."

"I am lucky to have good Polish skin that doesn't wrinkle so I might be around for a few years yet."

"I knew nothing about football, then someone showed me a film of Petit and I realised how interesting the game could be. He is divine. When I met him I could barely speak, he was so gorgeous. Women will love that show."

"I'm a misplaced American, but don't know where I was misplaced."

"I'm lucky not to have a nine-to-five job."

"I've told so many lies about my age I don't know how old I am myself."

"Some interviewees you make friends with and some you don't."

"You have to be great friends and make each other laugh. We laugh a lot and neither is jealous of the other."

"Nannies love working in our house because they never know who's gonna walk through the door."

"I have to keep reminding myself that I am their mother. Sometimes we are sitting at home and I feel like we are waiting for our mom to come home."

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Slip Into Long Beach - Rbx
• Out Wit Da Old - Rbx
• Mom's Are Cryin' - Rbx
• Heatmizer - Rbx
• Fightin' The Devil - Rbx
• Bms On The Attack - Rbx
• Blunt Time - Rbx
• A.W.O.L. - Rbx
• Our Time Is Now - Rbx

"All units, code four."
"Suspect's wearing a black leather jacket,
black boots, carrying a numchuk (with a possible gun)."
[RBX]
BOOOM nigga! Right back at ya
What the fuck you thought, nigga?
Come to Long Beach and get yo' motherfuckin ass caught
Put in the crosshair, and that's for real nigga
And that's how we do shit nigga
You better, ask some-motherfuckin-body
[Chorus]
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
As night prepares yo' mind to sleep
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
You in a chronic haze and fall asleep
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
And when you wake up you don't know where you at
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
Uh-huh.. this is Long Beach (MUR-DER)
[RBX]
Now let's get down to the nitty gritty
Mood is shitty, no pity
Long Beach is the city
Since I'm from Long Beach, I got to put in work
And no, this ain't Compton and Long Beach together;
strictly Long Beach
Listen to me preach
Anybody killa?! Mass murder! [boom boom]
That was the sound of my double barreled shotgun
and there is no place to run
So if you're thinkin bout comin to Long Beach
Chip in, bullets will be zippin
zappin - bodies collapsin
Killa beats! Then I put the raps in
It's on it's on it's on and
we can bust a cap 'til the break of dawn
So now that you heard the warning
I welcome you - with open arms
Open FIRE arms {*BLAM BLAM*}
And we don't give a fuck about cars with alarms
It's a jack move nigga give it up is you crazy?
Glock 40 pointed to your head
BOOM! Now another nigga's dead.. (BLOODY MURDER)
[Chorus]
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
MURDER
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
BLOODY MURDER
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
MURDER
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
BLOODY MURDER
[Outro: x4]
Slip into some fucked up shit with me
Murder dey, murder dem, murder dey, murder dem

[Intro]
Ha-ha-ha-ha...
No Mercy, No Remorse
Picture that
He-he-he-he...
Take an eerie ride
You always remember, to give respect too
Yo' foul?
You remember when you was locked up in the clink?
Fa sho!
Didn't none of them bitch-ass niggas wanna help you get out?
Ha-ha, fa sho!
Look at that ???? god damn thing
Yeeah Ninja Boy, now we better get them bennies baby
Forget about it, you niggas can't see me
Forget about it
Forget afuckingbout it
[Verse 1]
'94, to listen, to narrarate the blessin'
Passisus insists that you fools to start guessin'
X, is the teacher in this hold of Fort Knox
And my students blast like college mind
Heavyweight BOOM! now press be mine
Rat-tat-tat-tat
He just lost from the 9
Upward, this barn, indeed X-A-Rus
Hotter than thrush, you best X-A-Dus
Fool, you gets nothin', but draw ??
And I see through rich niggas like ?
X-ecution style, or behind the ear
With a twenty-two, i do, what i do
Done, what i did, the crowd screamed "Ooh!"
X ?? step without a clue
I once was stranded, but went A-Wall
Hot left buck when I lyrical gang-bang
Rat-tat-tat-tat, now y'all remember that
Smoked-down to the roach
And the chronic was phat
Left a ride, 'cause I wrote that for Dre
Never fear a Devil, cult, they don't pray
Have my newton motto is "Fuck what they say!"
Is the brand new dollar, for my brand new day
Out with the old, and in with the new
Hit 'em with the heavyweight boom
[Chorus x2]
Out Wit' Da Old, and in with the new
We always remember to give respect too
Those that battle-battle if your crude to pursue
I'll hit'cha like *BOOM* and I thought you knew
[Verse 2]
Yo, I tell 'em like this 'cause most niggas don't know
But X, was the backbone of Death Row
Snoop was the front-man
Dre was the beat
Show, was the nigga that made shit complete
Rage, was the lady
Kurupt was the mental
Daz, Dillinger blast with instrumental
All you other fools we condsider secondary
Let a twenty-four over the rhyme primary
My contemplated skill and ill to the little
My flex does a little, helps if you like the one in the praire
Feel the intense dry heat
That's when I add moisture
And lubricate the beat
An aquaduct force, or more than I construct that poems
Then I, swing my nuclear arms
And you *BOOM* blow up
Throw up your hands and form the X
Indeed I invisioned your flex
Quit fakin' a fall
But nowadays, these M.C.s be playin' the role of O.G.s
Listen as the awkward styles, like Robbie Brista
And written concepts top-up your transmistor
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
They slept when I rocked
But that's not on a jewel
They standed around and jocked screaming
"X, go wousy, woo-woo!"
Thousy, we go throw brand new
Stampeding through, like wild Caribou
Ooh, far from doo-doo that's shitty
First and foremost, from the Long Beach City
Never honourary, born and raised as true
I roll like a twenty, plus, I'm insane too
Creeps, I ain't dissin' none of my peeps
The first one to jump, is the first one to sleep
X, I drop the bomb, you remember
I put that on my Mama, Emma, drama
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Noo...indeed
And forever andibly, you shall feel the strong, rage
Neretal all E, X
Indeed...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaa

[RBX]
Tears fall from my face, they hit the ground and go boom
Nigga watch another youngsta lowered into the tomb
The good die young, you say it's all thy must
But he diiiied - caught up in a cocaine bust
The door busted open he tried to run
Failed to realize that the cop had a gun
Off the trigger goes, he dropped from his pose
Hit the ground and his blood FLOWED, mom's are cryin
[B. Marley] "Woman lose her head and cry"
Mom's are cryin
[B.M.] "Cause her son, has been shot down in the streets and died"
Mom's are cryin
A dude named Eligh, caught up in the driveby
Tears of a mother, watchin her son die
Set-trippin somebody slippin, bullets zippin and
Eligh gone for good, now his momma's livin
No need for cryin, not dyin, Eligh is dead
Point blank he took a nine cap to the head
Eligh, the wannabe gangsta from the hood
He wasn't that bad and he wasn't that good
All he understood is get crazy blitzed
So he bought some of that (uh) to get some of this (yeah)
This got him that but that went to them
and them, bein they who made his head lay
He didn't obey, he said he made this cash
CRACK from the gun, Eligh lays in ash
Smash, it hits the front page quick
Now business is conducted by this fool named Mick
Mick, fell for a trick
Soon to be dyin, and his mom, gon' be cryin
[B.M.] "Cause her son, has been shot down in the streets and died"
Mom's are cryin
[B. Marley] "Woman lose her head and cry"
Mom's are cryin
[B.M.] "Cause her son, has been shot down in the streets and died"
Mom's are cryin
Back in the days, my momma used to cry
She ain't even think I was gon' graduate in high, school
FOOL, that's what I used to say
when them off-brand busters was mobbin my way
Nigga, whassup?! This L.B.C.
Had shootouts in shop cause my focus G.D.
Back in ninety-three I still ain't gang free
I lyrical gangbang, "but it's just a G thang"
Now who wanna set-trip and flip?
I do my driveby of sorts with, hollow point thoughts
Don't get it twisted, foes ain't hollow, when I swallow
you into the hole, six feet under
I wonder, why you blunder then thunder crash
and ass gets burned to ash
Bullets are flying, asses are frying
and mom's will be crying, mom's are cryin
Mom's are cryin
[B.M.] "Cause her son, has been shot down in the streets and died"
Mom's are cryin
[B. Marley] "Woman lose her head and cry"
Mom's are cryin
[B.M.] "Cause her son, has been shot down in the streets and died"
Mom's are cryin
[B. Marley] "Woman lose her head and cry"
Mom's are cryin

The X
Lighting a Jay Sound
The X
[Chorus: x2]
Izer
The heatmizer
Ram flizer
We'll battle any rapper no matter the sizer
Grill on the gizer
They all diezer
[RBX]
I took the hook from macey
And cook and shook the whole placey
Come to rap like cagney hes a lacey
1 2 3 4 count like basey
You'll loose your facey
I manefest more than manofesto presto
You'll hit with the L flow
I buy and house you like escro
I keep the L rhyme lizard
I'm the wizard you the scarecrow
And if you only had a mother fucking heart
It still wouldn't matter my datter ripp you a natter, man
Fry the whole god damn platter
The one word i use to describe your action would be scatter
Simply dash away or get fryed like diamonds hittel way HOT!
Now heres the brand new plot
A contest is just one way to stop a blood clot
We bring the new
You shall feel the heat as the mizer shine through
Izer
The heatmizer
Ram flizer
HOT!
And as the temperature swells to more than 7000 degree farenheight
You shall be burned in an instant, death by fire
[Chorus x2]
[RBX]
As we saturate your state
That will elevate your hate
To elaborate i'm great
To adjetate is fate
That what you conversate is dense as fate law
As we forecast no flaw
Intensly battle ready like quick draw magraugh
And cartoon characters shall be left suspended in animation
For such fraud perpertation UH!
We wet the whole nation, Done
Now splash we flash to be one Hot!
Hydro spills lick shot the one you catch wheather there be no getter
From the funken drunken monkey technique thats our freedom
From the funken drunken monkey technique kingdom
And i'll be the mayor the call me geurilla
I'm a brother mother illa battle ready like tilla
Gee if you got beef i got barbeque grilla
Cut you like the fog day one by day one
Time to repent sentence of fury
Repeating a storm
Conjurary top the norm
By this one it will form
Fit to do harm
None because you knew you brought your lucky charm
For the five fractions
My nuclear reaction blows up
Like Travolta its a running bad global
HOT!
Indeed the heat from the mizer
Hear me now
[Chorus]
DEAD
[whispers]
The heat from the mizer and it shall burn to the death
The X
The X

I go for self until death, no breath left
The physical shell lays dormant
Third eye continues to read the menu of life
Should I order seven years of this?
This ain't bliss this is purgatory
A 9 millimeter is mandatory
A devil cannot tell the story
Let him step cause he will get gory
Third eye philosophy the untold truth
A house full of lies knowledge burns the roof
The walls come tumbling down with a fizzle
As I chill and watch the beast sizzle
Now the lighter breed claims to be dominant
Actual you fact you need to be black
When I step the ground vibrate
Stakes are all around me 7 to the rescue
Then the Grim Reaper pursues
But I'm 5 percent better so he's left in a tailspin
Guess who wins again
He's not at my level everyday I fight a devil
Daily I awake to fight a devil
It's grim for Allah then I grab a shovel
To bury a devil cause you can't cremate 'em
In the form of a pig I never ate 'em.
Dominant black with a mind and I find
That I'm 7 with the strength of 11.
Caucasians and asians to persuasion
You wanna bump then feel the abrasion, Friction.
I don't bust fiction but fact my diciton is a crucifixion
Black, black through the skin
Black through the blood
Black through the chromosome
Black to the bone
Black's well known by the Klan
Like Ice Cube said I am most wanted man
But I don't run with a bounty on my head
I do the knowledge instead
Back to the battle of the beast
Mr. six sixty six as he feast on a pig
I am seven fifteen four
the width of my circumference is universal
Life is just a rehearsal, like a play on a stage
Mental in a physical cage
My mind rolled to a 7th level
Grab my boozaka and nuke a devil
My attribute a salute of fact
I'm absolute in the day I am black
Black I ill for black is real
I'm black until for black I will
With black I build for black I kill

Yo man
Brother Madness Style, c'mon, let's let's do this shit
Motherfuckers done rolled on 'em
Nah nah it wasn't the gangsters man
It was, it was them motherfuckers, yeah (who was it?)
(yeah, right right) Them motherfuckers, [??]
(Shoot them motherfuckers man!)
Yo yo, yo Create man, you got the strap?
Rex T man, pop in the clip
Give, give me the gun man
Give me the gun that motherfucker is slippin
One-eighty-seven
[RBX]
Fuck it! I gotta do this quick
I grab my glock seventeen, the clip went click
Dat-da-da-dot-da tec, perfect
So I keep on I - pop him and drop him
That oughta stop him from comin up blocks
Dead in his tracks from stacks of facts
Relax! I'm about to take my respect
I lower, and aim straight for his fuckin neck
Boo-yaa boo-yaa then I fade into the wind
Hiden by the night, reflected by moon
Soon comes the wrath of blacks actual facts

DEAD!
INTRO
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)Ha ha,mighty Aftermath
(Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli)
Whose soul ever contest,DEAD!
In me ear Dre.You hear me now?DEAD!
(Blunt time-pull out your philly)
(Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli)
Thought they were moving in and now they wanna cut us wrong
Room for moving in,but that was on-ly mine
They will shake the hand,never really seen and only heard
They will shake the hand,he is only to heard l-oo-oo-ng
Knick-knack,paddy wack give a dog a bone
Long Beach City I wreck is my zone
I be the solo rollo which means I rule alone
You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone
Fool now break for ya two
It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush
I wish you wouldn't moosh like ya wanna come push
I'll dump ya and leave ya stankin in the forest you Gump
Long Beach City-firmly represented
Narrator X is representor
Lyrical the kick make me ya mentor
Freeze MCs,don't ent-or
I'll take like Anne Arden's new chips in wint-or
Or since I'm Sun I'll melt the metaphor
The meatphors are meltin,style is beltin
I heard a dog yelpin but no helpin
CHORUS
Blunt time-pull out your philly
Sip a glass of 'gnac,reload your nine milli
Dancin,puffin,sippin or set trippin
Dimes keep on flippin flippin
REPEAT
Dre's bad beats they Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
X flex lyric they can't come back
Fact:El-elevant,elegant and eloquent no shit
I boots hits,throw tantrums like Ella Fitz
Nah,the member X but you'll remember X indeedy
Now remember don't contest the (?Frex?)
Got you in spot like Lindscrafter but you try to diss
I burn you like Backdrafter
After that you'll get nothing from me but laughter
Similar to this,HA what's the repertoire-kick deadly wit lyrics
Shot your punk ass like ELEC now it's
CHORUS
Mighty Aftermath!
Once again.can't hold us back
Refuse,refuse(DEAD!)you lose(DEAD!).DEAD!(Indeed)
Attempts wiil be futile,it's way to brutal
Hear me now Narrator-to-the-X,tellin anyone who contest
The mighty Aftermath Posse(Who?Who?)DEAD!
(Murder!)Exclamation point!
(Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii)
(Blunt time)Ha
(Blunt tiiiime)Mighty Aftermath to the 9-7
(Sip a glass of 'gnac my friend,dont'cah friend)
(Roowl,IIIIIIII don't wanna fight no more,no no,oooh)

Doc-tor Dre, do you remember you was broke
and the whole rap industry thought ya was a joke?
Me, D.O.C., and D.O.G., sat and made
lyrics to replenish your name like Gatorade
But you got thirsty for the money! Punk
and disrespect the three that put ya back up on it
Always talkin bout, your word good as gold
Wash, fold, put it out to dry, cause you lie
I put that on my momma and my mate
and if I'm makin this up, let my momma head lay
So fool you know I'm comin on the rizzeal
The way you played me, you deserve a smack to Brazil
ILL, the way you played your brother Warren G
You best to check yourself, next time you talk about Ea-zy
?Stip Wometn? the new Jerry Heller
Dre's the company, so to me, he like Eazy
Snoop D-O-G, is like the old D.O.C.
Puttin all work, gettin all jerked
Does that make me Ice Cube of the place, Steady Mobbin
while Dre (Death Row) steady robbin? Ohh
And what, fool, steady squabbin?
Dogg Pound givin doubled up on lumps
So here you feel froggy jumps when I rear back
compact glock forty glock dumps
BLAOW, how you like me now?
But it ain't Moe Dee it's me, the X
Now rated RBX, and yo
If you didn't know, escape from Death Row
[Chorus: RBX]
Remember me step in, execution
Remember me I have no remorse
Remember me I'm high, powered
Remember me I drop bombs like Hiroshima!
(RBX is A.W.O.L.) I drop bombs like Hiroshima! [x2]
[cutting and scratching of Notorious B.I.G.'s "Juicy":]
'And if ya don't know... and if ya...
And if ya don't know, now you know, nigga'
I killed him too quick to fuckin think about it
RBXtra, Xtra, read about it
Tell me what ya thought fool, huh, what?
Now I'm pissed off in all black in the cut
Fool walks by, eh-heh, BOOM!
Cops said I killed him but they can only assume
Never found no damn murder weapon, I'm steppin
X, X, the X
X-con, X-ecution, X mark the spot
Flip it around, and the mark gets shot
And I'm gon take it out with this light it's mighty
across your face, you see the red lights
Now you ain't got no face no more
Bullet, rip that body, tore, collapse
then I kick the tricky raps
X, Xtra, Xtra X-termination
Here is the presentation
Haven't you ever heard of a killer?
Killer killer illa, like Magilla Gorilla illa
then deadly medly murder with a pen
And you can't cross out a X, nigga
Got my itchy itchy finger on the trigga
BUST, bodybag, and crush
Trust, flush, down the toilet
In other words you ain't shit
You be talkin that ill, you ain't a killa for real, really doe
I know, and now I let you know (busta!)
RBX is A.W.O.L., escape from Death Row

{*bleeding over from last song: "jagged like a SkillSaw saw blade."*}
Our time is nowwwwww ("Oh yeah!")
. ("Oh yeah!")
We live in Long Beach baby.
Death Valley, Cali baby. ("Oh yeah!")
Our time is nowwwwww.
Our time is NOWWWWWW ("Oh yeah!")
We live in Long Beach baby
[RBX] Anybody killa? MASS MURDER
Death Valley, Cali baby
[RBX] Anybody killa? MASS MURDER
[Verse One: RBX]
My tactics extract morbid thoughts from the mental
Custom designed for the instrumental
Yes indeed-d-dy, lyrical graffiti
and this one's a burner, baby
Truck like Toyota
Driven, to a livin, drivin, with the gat
Uhh! Pop the clutch and let the cold crush rush
Then I flush wack material
That's if I don't mash the marks to mush
Now hush, let me brush, damn I gush
Cock, d-d-diesel cuts
Lyrical arsenal equivalent to arsenic
Now shut up punks, I want +Silence+ from you +Lambs+
then I slams you with +Cape Fear+
I dump hardrocks like dump trucks that I deliver
death right to your doorsteps
Loc' up yoke get broke up like the chronic
Twisted, rolled up, and SMOKED
[Chorus]
We live in Long Beach baby
[RBX] Anybody killa? MASS MURDER
Death Valley, Cali baby
[RBX] Anybody killa? MASS MURDER
[Verse Two: RBX]
I fly off in your party like stealth bomber, troop
Eject before the wreck, crash boom bash!
Can you say, US Air, flight 427
Am I a quitter, nigga?
No survivors, not none, not one
Only thing livin is the maggots and the flies
Then I cause casualties, casually, annually
The manual be I flip scripts to A-U-T-O-matic
Think about the words of those who want static
Leave 'em lyin limp in clean free sheets
Long Beach, coroner, cling free sheets
Cling free beats, so why you still clingin?
It's the beats, and this time with the rhyme
I'ma kick the style like Na-di-a, Komenic
Round off has me do a triple somersault
Fools be comin up short - hazardous!
Bend, I send, havin this
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
Our time is nowwwwww.