Open golf tournament the other day, and I’m tripping on all the people who are standing on the side watching. Muh’fuckas are just lined up in the crowd lookin’ at these cats hit the ball. Somebody hits the ball—whack—and they go, “Ooooo . . . Ahhh . . .” I’m waitin’ on somebody to hit the ball like a regular human being. Because somebody’s going to get fucked up. See, white folks are something else. They’re all standing out there with their heads poked out. I want to see somebody get fucked up. To teach them white folks to keep they heads inside. I’d knock somebody upside the head. Bust ’em right in the scalp. It’ll look like their toupee is hanging off. I can hear people talking ’bout, “Bernie Mac is hitting! Get back! Get back!” All you’d hear is me hittin’ the ball . . . whack. And then . . . Pow! “Ahhhhhh!” “Call the ambulance!” Man, mark my words: one day, somebody is gon’ get fucked up standing out there. They’re too close. I’ve seen pitchers get hit by balls.
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