Love and Fame

Chapter 62 - So Much Better

(Wednesday, August, 6th, 2011)

For the past couple days Marshall, and I have been none stop arguing. He won't believe me anything I say. At night though he locks himself in the studio, which I'm glad since it gives me time to myself.

Today I'm wearing a pair of denim shorts, a white muscle shirt, and white nikes. As I'm on the on the couch on my laptop I get a text from Royce.

From Royce (11:32am) - Turn on the radio ASAP!

I listened to what he said, and turned on the radio. Playing the radio on full blast, i took my laptop with me to the kitchen to make something to eat.

"Bitch where the fuck were you Tuesday, with who you say
I wasn't at the studio bitch, what'cha do screw Dre?
You went there looking for me? Boo that excuse is to lame
Keep playin' me, you gon' end up with a huge goose egg
You fake lyin' slut you never told me you knew Drake
And Lupe? you wanna lose two legs?
You tryin' to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you, you say
Ok, yeah and I'm coo-coo, ay?
Well screw you and I'll be the third person who screwed you today
Oh, fourth- Dre, Drake, Lupe oohm touche
Well you're too two-faced for me thought you was my number one true blue ace
But you ain't
And I can't see you when you make that wittle boo-boo face
'Cause I'm hangin' up this phone, boo you make my fuckin' blue tooth ache
You feelin' blue, too late
Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurf and puke blue Kool Aid
Here's what you say to someone you hate" Marshall's voice played through my laptops speakers loudly.

"My life would be so much better, if you'd just drop dead
I was layin' in bed last night thinkin' and this thought just popped in my head
And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier if you dropped dead? I would feel so much better" Marshall sung, it's obvious that this song is about me. I roll my eyes, and continue to make my quesadilla.

"I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
She's all 99 of 'em, I need a machine gun
I'll take 'em all out, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
Have a heart attack and just
Drop dead and I'm a throw a fuckin' party after this
'Cause, yes!" Marshall rapped, and then speaking of the devil he took a seat on the stool.

"New song by rapper Eminem called so much better! Is this another song about ex-wife Kim, or are MG, and him having problems hmm?" Some guy said, and I turned off the radio.

"I love the song but you got a couple things wrong, like I'm not a lesbian, I'm straight" I said, and went to cut my quesadilla in pieces.

"Thanks, well can't fix it now. Anyways though you deserved the song" Marshall said with a smile.

"How do I deserve it when I never fucked Drake?" I question him.

"Yes you did! It's all in your phone" Marshall yells.

"That I went to his studio, and we had a fun time together!" I yell back.

"Yeah right! Bet you had fun being his slut, haha I bet you your ass is fake" Marshall yelled, and then started to laugh at me.

"I don't understand how you went from don't disrespect my girl, to disrespecting your girl" I say, and walk out of the house slamming the door behind me.

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