8 minute mark- Iââ¬â¢m flipping through channels, and all of a sudden I see a bunch of white guys doing what I thought to be sign language. Then, I realized I saw a ââ¬ÅWââ¬? in the background, which made me realize that they were members of the Wu-Tang Clan, and it wasnââ¬â¢t sign language, they were flashing gang signs!
10 minute mark- apparently, the Wu-Tang Clan is talking to us about making promises. You know bros before hoes, and all. Iââ¬â¢m not sure, but I think this guy is threatening to kill me if I ever leave the Clan.
12 minute mark- I made a mistake in joining the Wu-Tang Clan through my TV. There are plenty of females, sure, but theyââ¬â¢re all pre-pubescent girls. Iââ¬â¢m not judging, but me, personally, Iââ¬â¢m not into that kinda thing. There at least has to be grass in the field before Iââ¬â¢m going to play ball, if you know what I mean. Iââ¬â¢m not positive, but I think one of the members
just signed to me that this is R Kellyââ¬â¢s birthday party.
Hope these kids brought a raincoat ââ¬Â¦
Allegedly ââ¬Â¦
15 minute mark- There was a visit from NWA, which resulted in one of the Wu-Tang members getting hot coffee spilled on her back, and she was forced to go to the hospital. There will be retribution.
VENGENCE, I SAY!!
20 minute mark- Thereââ¬â¢s a duck. Singing ââ¬ÅHeââ¬â¢s Got the Whole World In His Handsââ¬?. No, Iââ¬â¢m actually serious about this.
27 minute mark- All the Wu-Tang Clan members are dead, and rather than throw my own life away in a futile effort to avenge people I met 20 minutes ago, I decided to go take a crap on the toilet.
If I had to give this a rating, I’d rate it 3 rap feuds out of 5.8762. It was entertaining, but that’s the last time I attend a shindig with R Kelly.