Gringo Rap Battle

So, last week Bryan and I got into our first big fight as friends and, being the hyper-masculine men that we are, decided to settle our differences in the most logical way possible. No, there were no exchange of middle fingers. Nor were there fists, nor rock/paper/scissors. We had a rap battle.

Sufficed to say, we have no idea what the fuck we're doing, so we had our good friend Yung Skreezy back to judge the battle and declare the winner.

 

And just when things were getting good, Bryan's racist, fake-smiling neighbor just had to butt in (while, of course, watering his terminally yellow grass, which is how he spends at least 1 hour every day).

And so... we have no idea who won. Come to think of it, we don't even know what we were arguing about. So we just said fuck it and decided to laugh about it over a beer. Though, it's kind of odd, because we invited Yung Skreezy to join us... and he never showed. Who knows, maybe he's just too cool to hang out with us whiteys.

Cheers and stay classy, friends,
B&B

Music: The Cracker Jacks (our new rap supergroup - sounds catchy, right?)
Beer: Modelo