Booker was so pissed at that cunt Elizabeth.
"Your fat cunt is too much for me to handle because it tightens its load onto my dick and cuts off circulation," Booker said angrily.
"You disgusting piece of shit," Elizabeth replied. "I fat shat my own dick 27 times. Your dick is so small and minuscule that I feel nothing as it enters into my vaginal orifice."
"Shut the fuck up you stupid whore," Booker said.
"Booker, not in front of our incest children!" Elizabeth cried.
Booker remembered how he sacrificed his virginity to the god Biggie Smalls. He then started rapping the song "Juicy":
It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Elizabeth sang the chorus:
You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty