Stage Gay - Rapper MxM

[one] lights, camera, cocaine

"Hello, and welcome to the Jerry Springer show. I'm Jerry Springer, and let's see what type of wild shit we're going to see on today's episode." Jerry said as he smiled at the camera.

The audience clapped and cheered until a midget came out of camera shot with a sign that read 'shut the hell up'. The clapping stopped.

"Okay, let's meet our guest! Some trash rapper that goes by the name.... Lil Pump!" Jerry pointed to the door on the right and a little dude with pink and blonde dreads stepped out.

He was wearing a Gucci jumpsuit, Gucci shades, Gucci socks, and Gucci shoes. The fun sized nigga was covered in future debt and underlying autism.

"Yeah, bitch! Gucci gang nigga!" He said. He tried to dance but he stopped when he nearly spilled the purple liquid out of his styrofoam cup. The audience laughed.

"Hello, welcome to the show." Jerry smiled.

"What's up bitch?" Pump smiled, taking a seat in his chair.

"Your autistic tests results are up but that has nothing to do with what's going on today. Can I call you Gazzy?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, go ahead."

"Okay, now Gazzy, why do you think we brought you out here?"

"Probably because some bitch lied on me like they lied on Hopsin. I ain't hit nobody, my name is Gazzy not Jahseh." Gazzy shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

"Wow, you really are slow." Jerry marveled. "Anyways, that's actually not at all close to why you're here. You're here because of your finger in the booty tendencies."

"Que? Finger in the what?" Gazzy asked, taking off his shades.

"Cut the act Dora, we all know that you're a homo." Jerry laughed.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up and let me finish. We know you're homo because your secret little 'boo thang' called us up." Jerry explained. Gazzy's face went pale.

"He told?"

"Fuck yeah he told. Well, he told after we offered him drugs and corn chips..." Jerry trailed off.

"Corn chips?!"

"Yeah, niggas ain't shit. Speaking of not being shit, let's bring out our second guest, a bad bulit French bulldog named Smokepurpp!" Jerry smiled and pointed to the door on the left.

The audience clapped louder. Scruffy laughed and came to sit to the chair next to Gazzy. Gazzy angrily grabbed his chair and moved it away.

"Hey Jerry. Gazzy." Scruf- uh, I mean Purpp, said as he took his seat across from Gazzy.

"Hello Mr. Panera bread. Welcome to-"

"Panera?"

"Oh, your right, my mistake. I mean Mr. Pinto bean. Welcome to the show!"

"It's not pinto"

"I don't give a damn, this is my show, I will say your name however I like. You're gonna be Pinto bean today." Jerry sneered. The studio went quiet.

"I-I mean...... why'd you sell out your secret affairs for some crack and corn chips?" Jerry said with a fake smile. The audience laughed.

"Really puto, corn chips? Is that all that I'm worth to you? A bag of fucking chips!" Gazzy said angrily. He took off one of his slides and tossed it at Omar's face.

"Woah, calm ya ass down nigga!" Omar pleaded, he barely dodged the shoe.

"Fuck you." Gazzy said as he sunk back into his seat.

"Well folks, we'll be back after this commercial break." Jerry said as he smiled at camera three.

The midget came back, this time with a sign and with what looked to be some sort of remote. His sign read 'clap or the studio blows to smithereens'. The audience nervously clapped.

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COMMERCIAL

A huge bump was on the screen, it was wearing a ski mask while robbing a bank. He turned to the screen and smiled, pus ran down the side of his mouth and out of the mask hole.

"Hello, my name is Mr. Herp. I'm a STD that you get when you're not careful." He chuckled.

"Oh no, it's the Herp! Someone call Bumps-Be-Gone!" A random woman screamed.

"No, anything but him!" The Herp yelled.

A man dressed like a tube for cream broke through the wall. He pointed a finger at the Herp and he slowly melted away.

"Use me, Bumps-Be-Gone to get rid of those pesky Herps!" He said while smiling."

The bank tellers and civilians clapped and cheered.

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"And we're back. Thank you to the producers for that small commercial, if your name starts with a 'k' and ends with 'entrell' then I sure hoped that you watched the commercial! Let's get back to this bullshit!" Jerry smiled.

"I can't believe you snitched. You're supposed to be Omar, not Daniel!" Gazzy yelled.

"Well maybe I was just tired of hiding what we do!"

"Nigga, I'm Lil Pump! I'm supposed to let everyone think that I fuck bitches, now they all know that I like getting my cheeks clapped instead!"

"So?! Who cares?!"

"I'm gonna fuck you up!" Gazzy screamed. He lurched forward out of his seat and lunged at Omar. Security rushed over just as Gazzy had wrapped his hands around Omar's throat.

"Oh shit, look, them niggas wilding!" Some random audience member yelled. The audience erupted in cheers and laughter.

A fuming Gazzy was being escorted off of the stage, Omar was clutching his neck and breathing hard. Jerry let out an evil cackle.

"This shits gonna get me so much money. See you all next episode!" Jerry waved at the camera.

-JADA