“f**k, my leg! My mothafucking leg!” Flocka cried out as he held his banged up limb, blood seeping between his fingers. “Aarrrrrr! Fuuuuuck!”
“I thought you said yo’ pop was a sharp shoota in Nam and taught cho ass how to shoot!”
Flocka screamed on Cee Cee.
“He did!” Cee Cee swore, looking scared as s**t. Flocka’s eyes were ablaze and she was afraid he was going to kill her. At the moment, he didn’t seem anything like the smooth talking thug she’d met that warm sunny day with her homegirl, Shatira.
“You lyin’! Shut the f**k up!” Spit flew from off Flocka’s lips as he slammed his elbow into Cee Cee’s face, breaking her shades and her nose at the same time. Blood spurted out of her nostrils upon impact. Before she could mount a defense, Flocka was grabbing her by the back of her neck and
