Kiki:
[rapping] Are you ready, spaghetti? Fettuccine Alfredi. I don't think so.
Golden Joe:
[appears out of the smoke] Hold me back. Hold me back.
Kiki:
Golden Joe, y'all!
Golden Joe:
Here we go! Here we go! I'm gettin' ready to blow!
Kiki:
[rapping] Wicked bet [indistinct], beat. Ooohhhh, beat, b-beat, beat.
Golden Joe:
Yo, these hoochies, man, they wanna hear me sing!
Kiki:
[rapping] G is for Golden, J is for Joe.
Golden Joe:
Let me just touch the mic, man. Let me just touch it.
Kiki:
[singing] Touch the mic.
Golden Joe:
Let me just touch it like this.
Kiki:
[singing] Like this.
Golden Joe:
Let me just touch it like that.
Kiki:
[singing] Like that.
Golden Joe:
I just wanna breathe. [exhales rhythmically]
Kiki:
[rapping] Don't forget to breathe, breathe on it!
Golden Joe:
Watch out! Watch out! Here I come! Here I come!
Kiki:
GET READY!
Golden Joe:
I'm gettin' ready to blow this joint with this beat, man! [exhales rhythmically]
Kiki:
[singing] So cool!
Golden Joe:
[rapping] Beat monkey three horse, tearin' up the golf course, beat monkey tree horse...
Golden Joe & Kiki:
[unison] ...tearin' up the golf course!
Golden Joe:
Come on, Kiki.
Kiki:
What?
Golden Joe:
You know you ain't never been with a guy without a bachelor's degree.
Golden Joe:
[rapping] I'm the kinda man you dream about...
Kiki:
[singing] Okay.
Golden Joe:
[rapping] I'm to scared to call it shorty, you scream and shout, GIMME 40, YEAH!
[suddenly the police arrived]
Golden Joe:
Yo! Bring my beat back, man! I ain't going out like that!
[one of the police officers shoots the mic off of Golden Joe's hand, Golden raised his hands up immediately]