My Hunny Boy so irraz, ya. I tell him no talk to no tuna fish girls, and I see him talk to one tuna girl.
“Must tink I dense, eh?”
“Huh?” he tell, acting dull
“No act I neva just saw you wala’au with dat girl!”
“I no even know what you talking ’bout.”
“You better find out what I’m talking ’bout. It happened last class.”
“Last class? Are you talking ’bout-”
“So you do know what I ‘talking ’bout’
Cuz I said no talk to no tuna,
Yet I see u flirtin’ like one dog in heat.”
“Brah, it wasn’t even like dat,”
“No ‘brah’ me I not your friend,
But maybe you forget cuz you busy chasing adda girls.”
“I not chasing no girls, I was only talking to her cuz we get one project.”
“Oh.. well you should’ve tried switch partners.”
“I tried, the teacher assigned them and said no can.”
“…So what you like eat tomorrow?”
“Yeah, dats what I thought”
“Tsk, WHATEVAAA”
