“Man, what I wouldn’t give to see a round-eye right now,” Marko said.
“Roun-eye!?” Jax exclaimed. This man need some educatin, he thought. “Doan give me none that roun-eye s**t. Eyes aint roun. Rouneye? Ma-aann. Yo white fuckas always screamin roun-eye when yo mean white.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what color she is long’s she pink inside,” Marko countered. “I’d ball a black b***h ta be outta here right now.”
“Yo honkey mothafucka,” Jax seethed. “Yo mean yo’d ee-ven stick yo golden d**k in black p***y. Yo’d even lower yoself that far ta get out a heah. We here cause a white fucken pigs.”
“Augh you fucken son of a n****r cunt,” Marko spun and grabbed Jackson’s shirt. “When you goina see this aint white America’s war fought by his n****r slaves. What the f**k do you think I am? White dud
