That rat soup eatin’, insecure, honky motha-FUCKA!
When I see a ghost, I cut the mutha fucka.
I got your “boy” hangin,’ you no-business, born insecure, jock-jawed, motha-FUCKA!
I’m gonna let ‘em know that Dolemite is back on the scene! I’m gonna let ‘em know that Dolemite is my name, and fuckin’ up motha fuckas is my game!
Man, move over and let me pass ‘fore they have be to pullin’ these Hush Puppies out your mothafuckin’ ass!
You guard! I want you to take these cheap mother fuckers and wipe your ass with them!
Bitch, you bring me these goddamn cotton dra… you know I don’t wear no fuckin’ cotton draws!
Detetive: Now, I know you think you’re smart, see, cause you got all them flashy clothes, you got that big car there, you got all them black bitches working for you.
Dolemite: You forgot about the white ones.
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