Goat

Wherever you are asked to play, you do it because it is an honour to play for this club. Playing up front on your own is quite difficult but I'd do anything for this team, and anything for the fans and the club. We ran ourselves into the ground and we got ourselves a result we deserved.

The club itself should be emphasising the history of Goodison Park, its ever inimitable atmosphere and standing up and screaming "This is us. We are proud." Because Goodison is Everton. It characterizes Evertonians and our views on the game completely. This should not be a point of shame but a point of individualism and pride.

I have [Poor language removed] posted that, you have broken the chain, [Poor language removed] [Poor language removed] [Poor language removed] [Poor language removed].

Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell [Poor language removed] and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old [Poor language removed], and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no [Poor language removed] here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun...

[Poor language removed] you, Toccy! I didn't create the situation, I'm just dealin' with it! You're acting like a first year [Poor language removed] theif - I'm acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can't happen! And you, [Poor language removed], are lookin' at me like it's MY fault. I didn't tell him my name. I didn't tell him where I was from. I didn't tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! [Poor language removed], fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror!

My name is Toxteth Blue. Pay strict attention to what I say because I choose my words carefully and I never repeat myself. I've told you my name: that's the Who. The Where could most readily be described as a prison cell. But there's a vast difference between being stuck in a tiny cell and being in prison. The What is easy: recently I planned and set in motion events to execute the perfect bank robbery. That's also the When. As for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can. Which leaves us only with the How; and therein, as the Bard would tell us, lies the rub.

So, you are obviously the big ****. The men on the side of ya are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls.

Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell [Poor language removed] and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old [Poor language removed], and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no [Poor language removed] here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your gun...

And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...

Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... [Poor language removed] off!

Aww, you motherfuckers. Okay. Alright. I'm putting cases on all you bitches. Huh. You think you can do this [Poor language removed]... Goat. You think you can do this to me? You motherfuckers will be playing basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you. SHU program, [Poor language removed]. 23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of... who the [Poor language removed] do you think you're [Poor language removed] with? I'm the police, I run [Poor language removed] around here. You just live here. Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away... 'cause I'm gonna' burn this [Poor language removed] down. King Kong ain't got [Poor language removed] on me. That's right, that's right. [Poor language removed], I don't, [Poor language removed]. I'm winning anyway, I'm winning... I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me.

Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-[Poor language removed] I'll Hit 'Em Up

Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This [Poor language removed] is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?

I ain't saying it's right. But you're saying a foot massage don't mean nothing, and I'm saying it does. Now look, I've given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don't, but they do, and that's what's so [Poor language removed] cool about them. There's a sensuous thing going on where you don't talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, [Poor language removed] Marsellus knew it, and Antwone should have [Poor language removed] better known better. I mean, that's his [Poor language removed] wife, man. He can't be expected to have a sense of humor about that [Poor language removed]. You know what I'm saying?

Well, I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' [Poor language removed], [Poor language removed]! Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone! IN FACT, WHAT THE [Poor language removed] AM I DOIN' IN THE BACK? YOU'RE THE [Poor language removed] WHO SHOULD BE ON BRAIN DETAIL! We're [Poor language removed]' switchin'! I'm washin' the windows, and you're pickin' up this mother [Poor language removed]'s skull!

Day by day I struggle to maintain not only my strength but also my sanity. It's all a blur. I have no energy to write. I don't know what's right or wrong anymore. The morale of the men is low, a civil war in the platoon. Half the men with Toccy, half with Cal. There's a lot of suspicion and hate. I can't believe we're fighting each other, when we should be fighting them.

This Chico guy? He's wacko, man! He's worse than crazy. He's evil. It's [Poor language removed]' pagan idolatry. Look around you. [Poor language removed]! He's loco... I ain't afraid of all them [Poor language removed]' skulls and altars and [Poor language removed]. I used to think if I died in an evil place, then my soul wouldn't be able to make it to Heaven. But now? [Poor language removed]! I mean, I don't care where it goes, as long as it ain't here. So whaddya wanna do? I'll kill the [Poor language removed].

I love the smell of napalm in the morning, you know one time we had a hill bomb, 12 hours. When it was all over I walked up, we didn't find one of them, not one stinking dink body. Smell, that gasoline smell, smells like.....Victory