"What'd you think Waffles?" I ask as I sit down on the bed next to my doggy then I show my doggy the picture of my Mama.
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"I think Mama looks very pretty." I say as I look at the picture that I was sent of Mama's date night outfit.
Waffles woofs then she smiles at me.
"You ready for bed?" I ask
Waffles woofs again then she hops off my bed and lays down in her bed in the room.
"Have a good sleep." I say then I watch my doggy cuddle with her toys and fall asleep.
"She's so cute." Blake says.
"She is." I say as I crawl under the covers then I grab my phone. "But not as cute as my favorite pregnant lady."
"That better be me." Blake says.
"It is." I say with a smile then I show Blake a picture
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"See." I say.
Blake chuckles then she kisses my head.
"Wait a minute." Blake says then she tilts my head to look at her. "Is that why you were sad yesterday?"
The picture we're looking at is from a couple days ago when we went to the premier from her new movie.
"Maybe." I mumble as I lock my phone then I sigh. "Seeing you kiss other people sucks."
"I know." Blake says. "And ever since we started dating it's felt weird as fuck to do it."
"Yeah." I mumble as I look at the New Years Six Bowl Games graph thingy that's being shown on the tv in our room.
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"I guess if you have a kissing scene in a movie or tv show then I just won't watch." I say then Blake looks at me in a confused manner. "You can't say no to acting jobs just because I don't like seeing you kiss other people."
"Well I can..." Blake says, but her phone buzzes a lot. "Damn it."
"Everything okay?" I ask as Blake checks her phone.
"Uh Zara says that Wiley dude replied." Blake says.
"What'd he say?" I question.
"Apparently he said he ripped your mom's weave off her head." Blake says. "Among other things."
"Well neither of my moms wear weave's so that's a lie." I say.
"Well that's gonna be a fun diss track reply." Blake says.
"Yes it is Blakey." I say. "Yes it is."
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"Is his name actually Wiley?" Katana asks as I walk onto the set of my next diss track music video.
"Yep." I say.
"What drugs were his parents on?" Katana says.
"No clue." I say.
"You ready?" Emma asks.
"Oh yeah." I say. "Time to end a bitches career."
"QUIET ON SET." Emma shouts then everyone on set gets quiet.
Once everyone is quiet, the instrumental for my diss track starts so I do a little dance while I wait for my cue to start rapping.
Once I have my cue, I start rapping.
Yeah Oi Wiley man, I'm still disappointed...
Aight, one more dub, then it's back to business I'm a real G, and your dad's a witness Boy'd your bro, then your sister begged it I told that little bitch, "Don't ask for pictures" I do this thing for fitness Put them Crowley boys in rizzlas Fallouts at the next family functions The Crowley's are gonna have an awkward Christmas So why you love to talk about mum so much? Where's yours? Let me just 'low it Let me just pause No fuck that man, I gotta dun the virus Oi Wiley, you shoulda been the one to guide us But since you wanna diss my mum so much Let's talk about why you moved your mum to Cyprus That poor little woman was scared of the house cause you put her life in danger you prick Bricks and shots just fly through the window You couldn't be the person to save her, you prick Instead of you to squeeze the pumpy You said, "Yo mum, we gotta leave the country" I never wanna hear you say, "Free the mandem" Let's go Cyprus and go free your mumzy Got mumzy banged up abroad All because her son was a fraud Can't handle this, so she handles dick like I handle the war Whore Nuttin' ain't funny anymore Cause I'm not a happy bunny anymore Didn't really wanna bring it to your mummy anymore So your dad can't defend your bro And you can't defend your mum Man, I wonder what she thinks All the males in your family are weak links Gather 'round man, this is just the pre-drinks Ripping the weave off my mum's head Okay, well, that's a lie What, we telling facts or jokes? Ah shit, I forgot, this is grime So, say what you like then Fuck all the dubs, let's have a fight then Don't mention them niggas, I don't like them Fuck all them niggas, they ain't my friends So don't hype them Mum's life, man are gonna kick 'em in the mouth Cause niggas got pride but it's bigger in the south Cause you weren't on it , and your dad weren't on it Guess your mum shoulda had a real nigga in the house to defend her Broken woman, I wanna mend her Buck her back and then bend her Got so much lovin' I wanna lend her Got so much money I wanna send her Where can I send it? What you putting her through, I wanna end it I like that you're not self centered You opened the door and look who entered Oh it's the Queen of grime, Queen of grime How's she the Queen of grime but on drill? Now I'm the Queen of grime, I won't chill Queen of grime, oh it's no big deal See this ting? Yeah, I run that Keep your crack, we don't bun that Come on a mission and let your gun clap Let me start a petition to get your mum back I know she wants to come back Oh Lord You got mumzy banged up abroad You got mumzy ran off the ends And it's foul 'cause it ain't her fault She was tryna relax But her son got caught in a war One day there's dons at the door, then next day Heathrow Terminal 4 It's a shame, what she needed was a strong man in the house Fuck that, I'ma be the man at your house She's like "Will, come home, there's a man in the house" It's like your mum was the only real man in the house Shower on the riddim, and I'm shower on the mic Thought it was love, you was sour on the sly Ay fuckboy, let me know how you wanna die 24 hours to reply
