REBEL ESPINOSA || H.G

Chapter 12❀

"Lycia wake up!" I heard someone yell. I woke up and saw I'm alone.

"Lycia wake up!" I heard lox yell from the bathroom.

"Hushhhh! People are sleeping" I yelled back.

"Well they shouldn't be," she said peaking her head out of the bathroom with a flat iron held to her head.

"We have magcon in an hour," she added going back into the bathroom.

I got up and picked out some clothes and went into bathroom. Lox was still in the bathroom but I didn't care I just took a shower anyways. I got ready and put on thin eyeliner and mascara. I put on my maroon 1975 tee and light wash ripped jeans. I put on my white studded converse and lightly curled my hair.

"You ready?" Mahogany asked.

"Yep Lego"' I exclaimed running out the door. We had to go sound check first. I don't know what exactly I'm doing but oh well.

We got down to where the venue is being held.

"I CAN BE YOUR PLAYA BOYYYYY!" Taylor yelled into the mic.

"The hell?" I asked.

"Ayeeee we got Lycia and Lox in the house!" He yelled again. Lox and I squatted down into the squad pose, doing a duck face, and peace signs. We looked at each other and laughed.

I walked on stage and watched to boys dick around with the mics.

"Lycia try it. it's fun!" Carter pressured tossing me a microphone.

"Dare me to rap or sing?" I asked.

"Ooooo rap!" The jacks said incision.

"Now at first I ain't really understand the shit

Picture me for a second and imagine it

Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin'

When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners

It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit

It creeped me out at first. Man this is sick

For me, being just a sick, this conflict

Gets my dick harder than arithmetic

And I know how you jealous ones envy

I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me

The first two letters you were tellin' me shit

Like you respect me, like any other regular MC

The third letter you ask how come I ain't return

None of the messages at Shady Records you left me

The fourth letter: "Slim, you really startin' to upset me!"

The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me

The sixth letter there's a bomb threat in our building

This crazy motherfucker's really tryin' to kill me!

So I went back and read the first few letters that said

Some shit about a message you left

Oh shit, that's not an "E" that's an "A"

This dude wants to leave me a "massage," he's gay!!

Right away I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre

We got a bogey! Marshall I'm on the way." I rapped the song can I bitch by eminem.