v. To ejaculate. The word, a prime example of African-American barbarism, is primarily found in the primitive tribal chantings of rap/hip-hop "musicians" where, along with the majority of the rest of any given song's lyrics, it is repeated at high speed for several minutes at a time; also, as with other rap/hip-hop lyrics, its usage is spread by rampant and shameless plagiarism, which will maintain its usage in this rudimentary form of "music" for the next 20 to 30 years, or until rap/hip-hop "musicians" are rounded up in pens and slaughtered to be processed into food and clothing products.
Ex. 1:
"Skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet..."
Ex. 2: I'm normally a mellow, easygoing guy, but today I had just bought a new 12-gauge shotgun, and it was the wrong day for six kids in a gold-plated 1947 Ford Motherfucker with a quarter-inch of ground clearance to yell out their window at me while driving by at a tenth of a mile per hour. I distinctly remember that just before I put six shots into the stereo speakers in their doors and trunk, I heard something that sounded like, "Skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet..."
"Skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet..."
Ex. 2: I'm normally a mellow, easygoing guy, but today I had just bought a new 12-gauge shotgun, and it was the wrong day for six kids in a gold-plated 1947 Ford Motherfucker with a quarter-inch of ground clearance to yell out their window at me while driving by at a tenth of a mile per hour. I distinctly remember that just before I put six shots into the stereo speakers in their doors and trunk, I heard something that sounded like, "Skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet skeetskeetskeet..."
by LegionDCX May 2, 2006
Get the skeetmug. by Cocaine May 13, 2005
Get the skeet skeetmug. A sexual bandit, not unlike Glenn Quagmire from "Family Guy." A skeet skeet bandit is known for his desire to hook up with females, skeet i.e. ejaculate on them, and then disappear.
-Yo herbs, whatd u do last night?
-Mayne i knutted on this hoes face, then took off.
-The skeet skeet bandit strikes again.
-Mayne i knutted on this hoes face, then took off.
-The skeet skeet bandit strikes again.
by sensimillia October 9, 2008
Get the skeet skeet banditmug. 
by Lil Joker April 21, 2005
Get the skeetmug. A form of trapshooting in which clay targets are thrown from traps to simulate birds in flight and are shot at from different stations.
another form of shooting but you dont use a gun and hopefully they are blanks
another form of shooting but you dont use a gun and hopefully they are blanks
Shane, your cousin made me skeet all over the front of your pants.
Mrs. Fiasco, this class is skeet.
Mrs. Fiasco, this class is skeet.
by sjl207 April 9, 2005
Get the skeetmug. by SaLtY YoGuRt July 28, 2004
Get the skeetmug.