“Shit man we got to hit him!
Nothing’s worked and we are still a good five minutes away!” Speed said.
“Man I don’t know!
You know how they doin Speed?
They firin motha fuckas over this shit.
I mean shit man. The motha fucka
pro’ly gone brah. I mean he’s been
foamin like a soap dispensa for bout a minute now. We’ve done all that we’ve been trained to do,
and if we pull those paddles out and this motha fucka don’t make it..shit, they
down two stacks and they can’t bill no fuckin body, cause of our fuckin
decision makin? Come ohn brah?” Mother
said, “Yo Jugs, you hearin this?”
“The fuck Mother fucker!
Of course I’m hearin this shit.
Your shits always mic’d up!” Jugs said.
“A man can’t be too careful, yao ming?” Mother said.
“Speak on it, Mother!” Jugs said.
“What’s your vote?” Mother said.
“Tag that ass!” Jugs hollered, “We’ll all make it to that mother
fucker alive! Begin the electro-fuckin-cution! E-T-A, two minutes and some change!”
“You heard the boss, let’s fire this motha fucka up!” Mother
said.
“Man, I really wish the fuck you wouldn’t talk like that in this
type of shit!” Speed said.
“Oh, man boo, Motha fucka hit him!”
Mother said.
“Clear! The fuck…”
Speed credulously said.
(to be continued…)
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