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One fine day, in Fort Apache, The Bronx
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| Uncle Raheem, this bitch done deaded my advances. Spurned them shits. What do I do? I wanna hit that poony! | |
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| Why, I remember when I was a young whippersnapper like you! I got all the ladies! I kicked that fly shit! I had all the broads on deez! | |
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| C'mon, baby, I bust the dope moves. Peep it, I got a fat sack o' hydro. Let's go get lifted, get buddha blessded 'n shit! Then let poppa large long dick naynay! | |
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| Nigga please! I wouldn't let you fuck me with HIS dick! Now backdafuckup befo' I get my cousin Pooky on ya' ass! | |
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Sorry, little Shamel, you'll get no good advice. See, ALL UNCLES LIE!
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| What up, love? I love you baby. You so fly I'd suck a fart out yo ass, girl! [actual ghetto pickup line, no joke -the author] | |
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| Hmmm, I have been gassy! But on second thought, why don't you go fuck yourself, slaphead! | |
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