We the Party Page #5

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Um, bro.

- Come on, man.

- You ain't part of the duo.

You tripping, man.

Come on, girl, why don't

you come get some

Come on, girl,

why don't you come get some

Super clean, like a '65 Chevy, Chevy

Body banging like

a track star, track star

Whoa, we got problems.

C.C.'s downstairs at the front door.

F***, man,

how'd he get an invitation?

How the hell am

I supposed to know?

But that nigga always startin' a fight.

Plus his big brother, the one

that was in jail is with him, too.

And these two big crazy-looking

motherfuckers, man.

- Sh*t.

- You better handle this.

I got it.

Girl, just listen

Ain't nothing wrong with

some meat in your system

You ain't had the hook

but to me you're just fishing

I ain't never gonna stop

I mean, I don't see you guys

on the list, right?

It's not my party, you know?

I'm just like the bouncer.

He got a student I.D.

We got a problem here?

Yeah, he deserves a chance

at that prize money

like everybody else in there.

Where he go, we go.

We're his new management team.

It's contractual.

Yeah, C.C., he's cool. Come on.

Like I said, where he go, we go.

They're all my guests.

C.C., go get your brother.

Yeah, hurry up.

Okay, take a look

at my swagger

So on point,

feeling sharp as a dagger

When he come, fresh look,

homie on the bench

We in.

Why you have to bring them?

Told you, they my dawgs.

Now let me see.

Yeah, that thing

healing up real good.

Now check this out, baby bro:

All you gotta do

is what you supposed to.

And ain't nobody gonna get hurt.

Now go in there

and get that money.

Mm-hmm. Good looking out.

You let them drive-by shooters in?

My bad, dude.

They know where you live.

It's the best I could do.

Sh*t.

Are your record execs here, or what?

Yeah, man, they just got here.

All right, everybody.

Calm down, calm down.

It's time for the freestyle rap battle,

you know what I'm saying?

What's up, all of you?

All right, so the rules are,

you have to be in high school,

and you have to dis your opponent

straight up freestyle.

We don't want any

ready-made raps.

Yeah. No touching

your opponent or cursing.

Mom's still upstairs.

- Calm down. Calm down.

- I know, I know, all right.

You each get two minutes,

and the winner gets a portion

of tonight's proceeds.

Yes, and you get

a free consultation

with two of the record execs

from my mom's firm.

All right.

All right, first up is my bro Stunner

vs. Shauniqua.

It's like a country-western

When I rode through your town

Bust a cap in your fat-ass

Then you ho-down

They say, wassup?

You good to battle, G?

Let me cough up this cold flow

Like I had allergies

Are you mad at me

'cause I'ma rip you up

In front of these dudes

We the people, we got us here,

we don't need you

Oh, sorry.

The other bathroom was full.

Oh, on. It's okay.

I was just about to leave.

Girl, you okay?

Yeah, no. It's just I have

a big chem test to study for.

You look great.

Just like out of a magazine.

Could you just do me a favor

and give this to Chowder for me?

Sure.

See my pretty face, then

Serious and pretty

Girl, you so ugly,

I wouldn't say sh*t

And let me walk away, boy,

I just killed this b*tch

You want the mike?

Skinny little nigga,

don't pay him no mind

No matter how I look,

they always behind

Players hate it when I

come back with a rhyme

I think you must be

out for a powder

Oh!

Like you can't even believe it

'Cause I'm sicker than the weakest

I'ma do it like Mike

nigga, check it

Oh!

These niggas is weak.

If you don't take their money, we will.

Yeah, the old-fashioned way.

My flows will probably

go right over your head

But your girl's head

was in the right place

When we was in bed

I'm on the next level

You're a demon,

I'm the devil

I'm a boulder,

you're a pebble

I'm a president,

you're a whack-ass rebel

You're light skinned,

and you got freckles, my dude

You look like a leopard,

go back to the zoo

Man, your eyebrows cut up

Like you got here with clippers

You look like this girl's bag

minus all the zippers

Oh!

You have no idea what it's like

to raise a daughter these days.

Can't even listen to the radio

without putting a condom on.

Let me say something

'fore I smashing on you

It's cute you did your hair

to match your mom's cooch

Wait a minute...

Your dad probably

lick your head

And be like,

oops, wrong bush

You and Chowder probably

pay a butt tax to kiss butt

Obama beating me,

are you outta your brains?

Shoot your kneecaps

and leave you walking with a McCain

Hold up,

you know I dig...

Call the police,

Obama got assassinated

Next up, we got my boy Quicktime

vs. C.C., the Conscious Criminal.

All right, all right.

What's up, what's up?

C.C., get out here.

C'mon, what?

What's up?

They call me Quicktime

'cause I bring the pain

Slammin' C.C. so hard

never forget a slave name

When it comes to rap

I'd think you'd know your way

But by the time it gets played

all your hair will be gray

Spinnin' up a storm

on this microphone

So just give me a minute

'cause I think I'm

About to blow straight

out the door

Tired of talkin' to you

unless I'm bein' sick

So come down here

and gimme back a little howl

Whoa!

See who's trying to bite me,

suckers can't out-white me

When I rap,

I think I'll just do it like Nike

Like Johnnie Cochran

I'll put you on the stand

I'll rap you and pimp slap you

without using my hand

Whoa!

This ruinous white trash is

shorter than my mike stand

Look, stop rapping,

just go join a white band

This girl and white people girl,

black power

You talking for some minutes

I'm talking for some hours

You got players who say it

I don't say it, I do it

His mother's a freak

She let me toot it and boot it

Whoa!

Geniosity, man.

- Wait, what?

- I'm gonna take Michelle to the prom.

Fool, Michelle is not gonna have sex

with your degenerate ass.

Of course not,

but once the word gets out

that me and the prom queen

are going out,

and then I can drill one

of the lesser females

with my turbo-charged genitalia.

Do you understand?

I understand you are one

pathetic parasite.

But that is geni-f***ing-osity man.

Yo, but isn't she going out

with Reggie, man?

He's like Mr. Ego and prom king to be.

You have to, like, kill him first.

Maybe, but maybe not.

Regulators making airs

on black on black

Modern day Uncle Tom,

we need Malcolm back

Yo!

52% avg?!

Yeah, that little C.C. won.

Yo, the judges have

reached a decision.

And the winner, and surprise

new hip-hop heavyweight is

C.C., the Conscious Criminal.

Let's keep this music going, y'all.

GO, go:

Hey, um, you were good.

I mean, C.C.,

he's awesome pro-level sh*t.

You know what I'm saying?

Oh, sh*t.

Do you mind if I smoke?

I don't care if you burn.

Hey, what the f***?

$117?

Nigga, you had us drive way out here

for this sh*t?

We oughta jack these

little rich niggas.

I'm gonna get a percentage

of something.

Yeah.

Once on the rope,

Check for the mope.

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