My New Bike
"Okay, but only if I get home for dinner on time. My mom and dad will be made at me if I'm not home soon," You tell them.
They laugh when you say this. "That sho' is one crazy cracka-bitch," The big one in the white tank top says.
"Yeah," The kid with the red bandana says, "We'll drive yo' ass home, nigga."
"He's white, Bro." One of the other guys says.
"Oh yeah," The one with the bandana says. "Sorry I called you a nigga, ghostface."
"Oh, it's okay," You say; "I don't mind if you call me a nigger."
"What the fuck did you just say, whitebread?" He asks.
"I said it's okay if you call me a nigger," You reply.
His fist comes flying in at your faqce and you fall to the ground on your back, bnlood pouring from your nose like a faucet. "Don't you never say that word. Now get up."
"But-" You start to say.
"I said get up, you stupid cracka-ass mutha fucka."
You get to your feet as quickly as you can manage. "But you said nig-" You stop in mid sentence when you notice his eyebrow archinng. "But you said... That word."
"I did not say nigger," He tells you. "I said nigga. They's a difference, bitch."
"Oh." You say, wiping the blood from your upper lip with one sleeve. "Can I say nigga?"
BAM! The fist comes in and hits you again.
"You one stupid cracka," He says when you get back to your feet. His freinds are laughing.
"What's yo name, fool?" The big muscle bound one asks.
"My-my name is Erik." You say.
"No," Says the freindly one with the red bandanal "You name is Stupidcrackerassmuthafucka. Or Bitch, fo' short."
"Oh," You say. "Okay."
"My name is Blood," He tells you. "The big guy is Ox. And them otha three are Chainz, Crackhead, and Blowjob."
"Hi fellas," You say with a smile and a wave. Only Blowjob waves back.
"Aiight," Blood says. "I'm gonna steal a car an' then we is goin' on a drive by. Stay right here."
He walks away, leaving you and the rest of your new freinds standing on the road side. Your bike isn't far away. You wonder if you should just get out of here while you have a chance.
They laugh when you say this. "That sho' is one crazy cracka-bitch," The big one in the white tank top says.
"Yeah," The kid with the red bandana says, "We'll drive yo' ass home, nigga."
"He's white, Bro." One of the other guys says.
"Oh yeah," The one with the bandana says. "Sorry I called you a nigga, ghostface."
"Oh, it's okay," You say; "I don't mind if you call me a nigger."
"What the fuck did you just say, whitebread?" He asks.
"I said it's okay if you call me a nigger," You reply.
His fist comes flying in at your faqce and you fall to the ground on your back, bnlood pouring from your nose like a faucet. "Don't you never say that word. Now get up."
"But-" You start to say.
"I said get up, you stupid cracka-ass mutha fucka."
You get to your feet as quickly as you can manage. "But you said nig-" You stop in mid sentence when you notice his eyebrow archinng. "But you said... That word."
"I did not say nigger," He tells you. "I said nigga. They's a difference, bitch."
"Oh." You say, wiping the blood from your upper lip with one sleeve. "Can I say nigga?"
BAM! The fist comes in and hits you again.
"You one stupid cracka," He says when you get back to your feet. His freinds are laughing.
"What's yo name, fool?" The big muscle bound one asks.
"My-my name is Erik." You say.
"No," Says the freindly one with the red bandanal "You name is Stupidcrackerassmuthafucka. Or Bitch, fo' short."
"Oh," You say. "Okay."
"My name is Blood," He tells you. "The big guy is Ox. And them otha three are Chainz, Crackhead, and Blowjob."
"Hi fellas," You say with a smile and a wave. Only Blowjob waves back.
"Aiight," Blood says. "I'm gonna steal a car an' then we is goin' on a drive by. Stay right here."
He walks away, leaving you and the rest of your new freinds standing on the road side. Your bike isn't far away. You wonder if you should just get out of here while you have a chance.