Mr. Ice Cream Man (Skit) - Redman

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Ice cream goddamn it, let’s go

It’s ice cream, I got ice cream right here

What you need yo, I see y’all over there

Come here, I got ice cream goddamn it

How many of y’all want ice cream

Where y’all at, ice cream right here right here

Now what y’all little motherfuckers want

Come on and tell me yo

Kid 1:

Mr ice cream man, why you curse so much

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Don’t yo mamma curse

I’m on parole like your daddy, motherfucker

Now what your little badass want yo

Kid 2:

I want vanilla cone

With sprinkles… and I want icy

Mr Ice Cream Man:

You son of bitches

No you can’t have shit, you bastard

Give me your goddamn dollar motherfucker

Mother:

Hold up, you black motherfucker

You need to watch the way you talk around these kids

Especially my son, you ice cream drunk driver

You need to have a little more respect for these kids

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Hold up bitch, Hold up bitch

Bitch, I ain’t give your goddamn son fully yet

That’s half your goddamn son

Mother:

Look, I’m not trying to hear this shit

You fucking broke ass motherfucker

Driving a ice cream truck

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Go to the library, and be quiet there

Mother:

I got a motherfucking trick for you

I’m calling the police on your ass

Mr Ice Cream Man:

The Police?

Mother:

I’m telling them that your selling drugs

On the ice cream truck

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Your mamma going to get locked up

She buy drugs from the ice cream truck

Mother:

See, if I come in the house and get my husband

He’ll come out and whoop your motherfucking ass

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Can nobody in your family whoop me

Can’t not goddamn one person in your family whoop me

Mother:

My husband used to box golden gloves

And he’ll come out here and knock you out on the fucking first round

Mr Ice Cream Man:

If he could put the pipe down

He might could, motherfucker

If he put that smoke down one minute

He might can whoop my ass

But he’ll never get to try

Cause he ain’t going to put the crack crack down

Mother:

You know what fuck you motherfucker

Fuck you you fucking asshole

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Fuck you and your mamma motherfucker

Kid 2:

Mr ice cream man, you mean

Mr Ice Cream Man:

I just like your grandmama

I just like her

So get your dirty ass out of here

Give me a dollar or get the fuck out of here

Kids:

Arguing were heard

Mr Ice cream man:

Hold up mother fucker

Hold up motherfucker

Hold up you little dirty motherfuckers

This is a motherfucking stick-up

Kids:

Oh no!

Mr Ice Cream Man:

Give me your motherfucking

Nickels, quarters, skateboards

Baseball cards, all that bullshit

You got a gummy bear

Come here you little dirty bastard

Give me your goddamn lunch money

Your fucking lunch money

Your combination to your locker

Your PSPs, all that bullshit

You got some new Jordan’s on

Come here with them Jordan’s

Sit your motherfucking ass down, nigga

I want all that shit

And your mamma phone number

Kid 2:

I’m telling my daddy

Imma get my daddy

Mr Ice Cream Man:

And I love to stay here

And kick it with y’all little dirty motherfuckers

But I’m late for parole so get the fuck back

I’m out of here you little dirty motherfuckers

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