rapper from America to come and
rap in their talent show. He had
demanded to be paid up front for
doing so, and I, in my Timberlands,
was that famous American rapper.
“Screw you,” I said. “I’m not
going anywhere.”
“Please, dude, I’m begging you.
Please do me this favor. Please.
There’s this girl here, and I wanna
get with her, and I told her I know
all these rappers...Please. I’m
begging you.”
“Dude, I’m not Spliff Star.
What am I gonna do?!”
“Just rap Busta Rhymes songs.”
“But I don’t know any of the