Mr. Ice Cream Man:AyeIce cream goddamn it, let's goIt's ice cream, I got ice cream right hereWhat it is yo? I see y'all over hereCome here, I got ice cream goddamn itHow many of y'all want ice cream?Come on where y'all at, yo?Ice cream right here right here(I want some)Now what y'all little motherfuckers want?Come on and tell me yo(Vanilla!)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, motherfuckerNow what your little badass want yo?Kid 2:I want a vanilla coneWith sprinkles and syrupAnd a li- and a little icing and a little i-i-Mr. Ice Cream Man:A-a-a-a- You stut-stuttering son of a bitchNo you can't have shit, you bastardGive me a goddamn dollar motherfuckerMother:Hold up, you black motherfuckerYou need to watch the way you talk around these kidsEspecially to my son, you're a ice cream drunk driverYou need to have a little more respect for these kidsMr. Ice Cream Man:BitchHold up bitch, Hold up bitchBitch, Davris ain't give you full custody yetThat ain't even yo goddamn son fully yet, motherfuckerThat's half your goddamn sonMother:Look, I'm not tryna hear this shit right nowI'm not tryna hear this shitYou fucking broke ass motherfuckerDriving a ice cream truckMr. Ice Cream Man:Well go to the goddamn library, you don't wanna hear it motherfuckerAnd be quiet in there motherfuckerMother:Yeah I got a motherfucking trick for youI'ma call the police on yo assMr. Ice Cream Man:Yeah, yeah and the police--Mother:Yeah I'ma tell them you selling drugs on the motherfucking ice cream truckMr. Ice Cream Man:Yeah yo mama gon get locked upShe buy her drugs from the ice cream truck, motherfuckerMother:See, what if I go in the house and get my husbandHe'll come out here and whoop your motherfucking assMr. Ice Cream Man:Can't nobody in your family whoop meCan't not goddamn one person in your family whoop meMother:Oh really?My husband used to box golden glovesAnd he'll come out here and knock you out on the fucking first roundMr. Ice Cream Man:If he could put the pipe downHe might could, motherfuckerIf he could put that smoke down one minuteHe might can whoop my assBut he'll never get to try, motherfuckerCause he ain't gon put the crack crack downMother:You know what fuck you, motherfuckerFuck you, you fucking assholeMr. Ice Cream Man:Fuck you and your mama, motherfuckerKid 2:Mr. Ice Cream Man, you're meanMr. Ice Cream Man:I'm just like ya grandmamaI'm just like herSo get your little dirty ass out of hereGive me a dollar or get the fuck out of here[Kids jeering]Man, gimme my vanilla with sprinkles!Mr. Ice Cream Man:Hold up motherfuckerHold up motherfuckerHold up you little dirty motherfuckersThis is a motherfucking stick-upKids:Oh no!Mr Ice Cream Man:Give me your motherfuckingNickels, quarters, skateboardsBaseball cards, all that bullshitYou got a gummy bear (Gimme my gummy bear!)Come here you little dirty bastardGive me your goddamn lunch moneyYour fucking lunch moneyYour combination to your locker (I need that for school, though)Your PSPs, all that bullshit (Not my phone!)You got some new Jordans onCome here you motherfucker with them Jordans (Leave that boy alone, he only five)Sit your motherfucking ass down, nigga (Get off him!)I want all that shit (Get off of him!)And your mamma phone number you motherfucker youKid 2:Aww I'm telling my dad-I'm telling my dadI'm gonna get my daddyMr. Ice Cream Man:And I'd love to stay here and kick it with y'all little dirty motherfuckersBut I'm late for parole so get the fuck backI'm out of here you little dirty motherfuckersAnnouncer:Red's gone wild
