"GUMBA, LET US GO!" the templar orders.
"NO, NOT UNLESS... THE DRILL SERGEANT DEFEATS ME IN A RAP BATTLE."
"Deal. kanye, play that beat!" the drill sergeant orders. The beat to niggas in paris starts up, and the rap battle begins.
"One last time lil bitch, if you get fucked you better not snitch, or else you'll require a stitch, multiple of them you better not flinch.
We no longer in Kansas, in fact we're in Arkansas, it's time for you to fucking die, your dad was in American Pie.
You probably think I'm the bad guy, but the truth is, that's a lie, you are the villain of this tale, i'll gouge your eyes, you'll have to learn braille.
The odds are you'll probably fail, oh what's wrong, you looking pale?
You say the n word without a pass, maybe your daddy should slap your ass."
"SHE SAID BITCH LASAGNA FUCK THIS SARGENT IN THE ASS, because you know that whore is all about that BASS, so come on let's break that glass, that fine lass is a smash and not a pass, yeah."
"BALL SO HARD."
"YOU A PAWN, A BASIC BRAWN. BALL SO HARD."
"You're a kid, who eats squid. Ball so hard." the sergeant raps.
"The fuck was that rap?" flo says.
"The sargent (yes we spelled it wrong stfu u stupid cunt ur probably reading this in ER cause ur a fucking cunt and have an F/I in all ur classes lol get fucked take the L) is struggling... hang in there, sarge." steph says.
"THAT SHIT WAS WEAK, YOU DON'T DARE TO SPEAK. BALL SO HARD."
The sergeant doesn't respond instantly. For a second, everyone is worried he's about to surrender. The beat stops. But then, suddenly, the beat comes back on again.
"FUCK OFF, THAT SHIT WAS AN ACCIDENT.
LIKE YOUR BIRTH, YOU LITTLE TURD, GUMBA EMMANUEL JOHNSSON THE THIRD, YOU'RE A VIRGIN WITH NO LIFE, NOW IMMA CLEAVE YOU WITH A KNIFE." the sergeant declares, as he slits Gumba's throat.
"Any last words?" the sergeant asks.
"बनवा बनवा बनवा
बनवा बनवा बनवा पुल्ले
सुथाम्ना पातु पुल्ला
सुथाम्ना सेदी पुल्ला
सुथाम्ना केककुमुल्ला कन्डुपुडिचोम
होने लगा सनसेट
भाई तेरा फुल सेट
मोशन भी देखो मेरा बनने लगा
देखो तोह हसीना को
वानाबी करीना को
ठुमकोंं का फीवर है चढ़ने लगा
थोड़ा हार्ड सा होके
थोड़ा जेंटल सा होके
थोड़ा सेंटी सा होके
थोड़ा मेन्टल सा होके
सारे सारे सारे सारे
YOU ARE READING
JUNE '69
HumorWARNING: This book contains extremely offensive and mature language. Reader's Discretion is highly advised. Note: None of the events depicted in this book actually happened. The year is 1769. As war rages on between the French Fries, lead by the gr...
