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"Today Brits and I are going to blow your minds. Prepare yourselves!" Santana warned. She sauntered to the front of the class and stood by the polished piano, Brittany in tow. "Although, if your brains ended up spraying the choir room walls, Berry, I might not mind," Santana stated.
All around the full choir room people's faces were impassive other than Rachel. She had a look of pure disbelief plastered on her face and her hand was hovering over her heart as if she was shocked, why? – Santana had no idea.
"Urm… Take it away," Mr Schuester said.
Santana counted the instruments in with her fingers and they began.
"Iggy Iggy pussy illy,
Wetter than the Amazon,
Taste this kitty,
Silly billy poppin' pillys,
Smoke it like a swisher,
Lick this fillin',
Hold 'em ah! Soak 'em ah!
Hook 'em like crack,
Aftershock,
Molten ah! Lava drop,
This should be outlawed call me Pac."
At this point many of the audience were trying to decipher the song, some – such as Puck – were very much aware of the lyric's meaning.
"Pussy, pussy…." Brittany – Santana's backing – sung.
"The illest on the planet,
Better play ya cards right, Mr. Gambit,
If you wanna hang here, ain't no hammock,
Never, not better, Law should ban it,
Never, not better, Law should ban it,
I do it right, wit' Drugs understand it,
I do it right, now please soak panty," Santana sang.
Mr Schuester was now frowning as he decided whether to stop Santana's performance. The seductive hip swaying and hand gestures were enough, but the song? Maybe it won't get any worse… The teacher decided he'd leave them to it for now.
"Left right back to the middle,
Head on a swivel neck till I quiver,
Open ya mouth,
Taste the rainbow, taste my Skittles, ah!"
"Pussy, puss-" Brittany and Santana were interrupted by Mr Schuester.
"I think that's enough!" He stated and Mr Schue began to clap. "Everyone, let's show our appreciation…"
Santana and Brittany sat back down. Santana landed in her seat with a huff and scowl, she muttered curses under her breath in Spanish. Brittany sent her an apologetic smile. "Maybe another time we won't be stopped – we'll choose a different song," the blonde suggested.
"Yeah. How about 'Peacock' by Katy Perry?"
"That sounds excellent!" Brittany replied enthusiastically.
~ The End ~
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