maɪ mˈaɪnd ɡˈoʊz tuː, wiːl pˌʊt slˈiːpɪŋ ɡˈæs ˌʌndɚ ðə dˈoːɹ, ˈɛvɹɪwˌʌn wɪl ɡɛt nˈɑːkt ˈaʊt ænd wiːl splˈɪt ðə pɹˈɑːfɪts.
My mind goes to, ‘We’ll put sleeping gas under the door, everyone will get knocked out and we’ll split the profits.’