Here I am,
treasury man. Come on!
Arrest me! What are you
waiting for? Don’t just stand there!
Arrest me! Don’t push me. They’re going
to burn you, buddy. Yeah? Yeah. I’m going to come see you
burn, you son of a bitch, Because you killed
my friend! He died like a pig. What did you say? I said that your friend
died screaming Like a stuck irish pig. Now, you think about that
when I beat the rap. Hey! Hey! (screams) Did he sound anything like that? (screaming) (crowd chatters indistinctly)