8th Nigga Moment: Sacrifices Must Be Made
[The feed clicks on to show Riley standing over a little lamb, looking down on it.]
A'ight, look. I ain't got nothin' against you, but... You gon' die.
Baaa.
See, it's something that's necessary. Yo death is 'possed to cover the house. Keep us from dyin' and all that shit.
Baaa?
Nigga, I don't know how it works, that's just the way it is, and I know I ain't 'bout to question what goes on in this place.
Baaa...
Ain't like I hate sheep. I mean, they ain't nothin' but a herd of bitches anyway. And who picks on a lil' bitch? You want a real animal, you get a ram. Them niggas got horns. Where yo horns at huh? You ain't even got none.
Baaaa.
It ain'tcho fault or nothin'. That's just how you made. Genetically altered to be a bitch. Somebody gotta be. I don't even know whatchu 'possed to be good for. I guess for lamb chops or somethin'. But I ain't never liked 'em. I always preferred chicken over that shit.
Baa.
But yo ass don' stalled enough. Now you gon' haveta die. When you get to Heaven? Tell Tupac I said what's up. [And then Riley is going to hold out his gun and shoot the animal. Except a little plastic pallet comes out of it, before bouncing off the lamb. This is one of those really cheap plastic guns you get at the dollar store. Not even BB gun standards]
BAAA!
HEY! Stop movin'! Just lay down and accept death's sweet embrace nigga! [Riley chases the poor creature around, popping plastic bullets into the little guy. It's not going to kill it, but it does sting the lamb a little]
A'ight, look. I ain't got nothin' against you, but... You gon' die.
Baaa.
See, it's something that's necessary. Yo death is 'possed to cover the house. Keep us from dyin' and all that shit.
Baaa?
Nigga, I don't know how it works, that's just the way it is, and I know I ain't 'bout to question what goes on in this place.
Baaa...
Ain't like I hate sheep. I mean, they ain't nothin' but a herd of bitches anyway. And who picks on a lil' bitch? You want a real animal, you get a ram. Them niggas got horns. Where yo horns at huh? You ain't even got none.
Baaaa.
It ain'tcho fault or nothin'. That's just how you made. Genetically altered to be a bitch. Somebody gotta be. I don't even know whatchu 'possed to be good for. I guess for lamb chops or somethin'. But I ain't never liked 'em. I always preferred chicken over that shit.
Baa.
But yo ass don' stalled enough. Now you gon' haveta die. When you get to Heaven? Tell Tupac I said what's up. [And then Riley is going to hold out his gun and shoot the animal. Except a little plastic pallet comes out of it, before bouncing off the lamb. This is one of those really cheap plastic guns you get at the dollar store. Not even BB gun standards]
BAAA!
HEY! Stop movin'! Just lay down and accept death's sweet embrace nigga! [Riley chases the poor creature around, popping plastic bullets into the little guy. It's not going to kill it, but it does sting the lamb a little]