Stage Gay - Rapper MxM

[five] new patek

"Good evening, and welcome back to the show!" Jerry said enthusiastically. The audience hollered.

"It's been a while since we last saw each other, hasn't it? Well, you can blame that bullshit on our last guest! Mr. Graham sued the studio because his pussy ass got creamed by an angry twink that has a weird choker fascination!" Jerry laughed and slapped his knee.

A man dressed in all green held up a sign that said 'FUCK DRAKE!'. He was substituting for the midget.

"Okay, so the show today will be short because I had to fire half of our staff due to classified reasons. A little heads up, when I ask for no cream on my Expresso, I mean that shit." Jerry deadpanned.

The crowd nearly went silent, if not completely. His smile returned.

"Besides that, I'm actually very excited to introduce our next guests. You're very familiar with one of them as they appear on the show all of the time," Jerry fixed his glasses.

"Is it yo hairline? I ain't seen that hoe on this show in a while!" Someone shouted from the crowd. Laughter filled the room and Jerry's face turned beet red.

"Who the fuck- I'll slap the taste out of your mouth! Step off bitch! It's just a little pushed back..."

"Your shit is truly gone!"

"Anyways! Let's go ahead and bring them out!"

The crowd cheered.

"First, he's a regular on the show. He's always at work on time,and he accepts food stamps as payment, Lil Uzi Vert!" Jerry damn near screamed.

Symere stepped out on stage, and all hell broke loose. Bitches were throwing bras, and some dirty ass hood rat threw her lace front wig.

Uzi calmly took a seat and crossed his legs.

"Next, Play boy Card I!"

"It's Carti. Jerry, get it right next time please." Symere unbotheredly corrected his boss.

"Well shit, excuse me." Jerry muttered. "Just bring the fool out."

Jordan quietly came in and took his seat. The entire studio was silent.

Jerry cleared his throat. "So....you guys wanna know why-"

"So you're leaving people on read now, huh? Tuh, that's wonderful." Symere cut Jerry off.

"Sy, I told you already, I have a girlfriend now. We had to stop communicating." Jordan explained.

"Oh, I heard you the first time. See, I do this thing where I ignore bullshit so I ignored that dumbass explanation." Symere smiled.

"See. This is why we couldn't work out. That stank ass attitude. You act like a messy bitch when you do that shit and I can't stand it." Jordan threw his hands up and slumped back in his seat.

"Well sit down then fuck nigga. Frankly, I don't care. You made your choice and you chose Becky's lip syncing ass over me so that's that." Symere shrugged.

"So we can't be friends? I still wanna be friends, but I can't do that relationship shit with you Sy."

"Nope. Go be Igloo's buddy. Be that bitch's friend." Symere hopped out of his seat.

"Don't call her a bitch. Her name isn't Igloo either-"

"I don't give a damn, a fuck, nor do I give a shit what her pasty ass name is. Bye Jordan." Symere waved and disappeared behind the curtains.

Jordan shook his head and followed after Symere.

Jerry just stood there. Frozen.

"Well. That was boring as fuck. Let's bring Nico and Cardio back next time. Bye hoes."

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