He Plays It Like He's A Superstar★ (A Mindless Behavior Sequel) [UNEDITED]

Merry Christmas, Bitch! ♥ CHRISTMAS SPECIAL *not a chapter*

  ipromised youu ' lovies a christmas special . <3

   note : this is UNRELATED to the story . :]

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   Jas'marieé: Wassup world? My nigga Ty decided to make yall a Christmas special! Yay! So me, Prod, Roc, Prince, Ray, Shay, Biz, Naty, Brittany, Lay and Dede will entertain you for no clear reason at all.

  Naty: Hol' up! (comes out the kitchen) Who the fuck burned the damn turkey?!

  Shay:.....

  Everyone: SHAY!

  Shay: Sowwie.

  Prince: In case you readers didn't know, Shay can't cook for shit.

  Shay: Just because yo' ass is Chef Boyardee don't mean yo' ass is fly. (rolls eyes)

  Jas'marieé: LMAOO! Brittany, remember that time when she burned water?

  Dede: How the fuck you BURN water?

  Ray: You leave it on the stove for a long time and it evaporates.

  Naty: No wonder your ass skipped a grade.

  Ray: Anyways...

  Roc: I GOT MY MOTHERFUCKIN' DRUM SET! (begins cat daddy)

  Biz: (coughs) Who cares?

  Roc: Hater.

  Biz: You wish, beeeotch!

  Brittany: I got a ton of shit!

  Prod: I got my money and my girl.

  Prince: I got the peace to be spread! (smiles)

  Jas'marieé: And finally, it's NOT a girl's legs!

  Everyone: LMAOO!

  Biz: (to Jas'marieé) You know what you should do?

  Jas'marieé: What?

  Prince: Give me some Christmas gifts. If you catch my drift. (winks)

  Jas'marieé: In your dreams.

  Roc: Prince, you wish you had her whipped.

  Prince: Naw, I do.

  Dede: Man, fuck all that.

  Lay: Right? Let's have a twerk contest!

  Jas'marieé&Naty: Hell naw!

  Boys: Please?!

  Jas'marieé: I can't.

  Ray: Why?

  Jas'marieé: I don't know how to twerk.

  Prince&Roc: BULLSHIT!

  Jas'marieé: Are my eyes green, Roc?

  Prince: What?

  Roc: Oh...she's serious.

  Prince: Man, you don't know how to twerk?

  Jas'marieé: Nope!

  Ray: Prince can teach you.

  Girls: LMAOOO! NIGGA BE TWERKIN'!

  Prince: Man, I like that 'nany. Not that dick.

  Prod: Man, you a bop.

  Jas'marieé: For all you readers, bop means you suck that good-good and/or you're a smut.