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Method Man: "A'ight kids, everything you need to know about weed can be broken down into three, easy steps...."
Children: *break out marble notebooks to start taking notes*
Method Man: "Yeah, yeah, good. That's right, you wanna put this shit to paper..."
Ms. Stevenson: "Uh, Mr. Method, I don't think the children need to learn that kind of languag--"
Method Man: "--Nah, they'll be a'ight. These look some hard motherfuckers. So, as I was saying, first off, you gotta go down to 96th street and see a man named 'Sanchez'. Oh, and be sure to bring yo cheddar with you, cause you know that motherfucker don't front no bags--"
Ms. Stevenson: "Umm... yeah. Mr. Method, I think maybe you should leave---"
Method Man: "--I'll be done in a minute, bitch. Anyways, then you gonna wanna stop down at that ratshit bodega on the corner and grab yo'self a dutch--"
Ms. Stevenson: "That's more than enough! Kids, recess is early today!"
Children: *quickly start to file out of room*
Method Man: "--Nah, nah! Fuck that! C'mon, kids. Its time fo' a Field Trip!"
Children: "YEEEEEEAAAAAH"
Method Man: *gesturing to teacher* "Fuck you very much, Ms. Stevenson. Blaow!"
*Method Man and Children leave classroom as teacher begins to cry*
*one last child stops before leaving*
Child: *in obscenly cute child's voice*...... "Fuck you, Ms. Stevenson!"
*Method Man and school kids role past window in an Escalade*
Method Man and Children together: "Punk Bitch!" *and then hit stereotypical white, fat and balding school principle to the hysterical cheers of the children*
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