He Plays It Like He's A Superstar★ (A Mindless Behavior Sequel) [UNEDITED]

This Is EXACTLY Why Niggas DON'T Belong In Paris .

lets get to it ! & P.S. Janaynay ( AutumnBby ) , ily2 . (: ♥

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[Monologue #3]

Since he's been gone, my life has turned to the in-between. His best friend finds his way towards my heart. His sincerity is like a gravitational pull. His attraction brings me closer to him and I feel his arms slowly glide around me.

His touch is different from my ex. His touch is like angels reaching the concrete. My ex - his touch feels like bullets grazing my skin.

But his dedication swings me in and out of love. But when my present boyfriend smiles at me, it's like gravity and the past is all driven into the heavens of oblivion.

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{Battle Dungeon, Friday Afternoon, 1:31 pm}

(All the seniors, sophomores and juniors begin crowding in the battle dungeon for the first rap battle)

Stephon: WOOOOO! Alright niggas, I'm up.

Steve: Who wanna go up against him?

Lawrence: I'll go! Whip that tail, boyyy!

Steve: Aight, zo. Mexican Fire against Justice Spitta. Leggo!

Stephon: Swimming in my money,

In a submarine,

Rolling in the deep,

Bitch nigga I let Adele speak,

I eat rappers like beets,

And fuck ghetto birds,

Make these bitches go tweet, tweet.

I love ATL hoes,

Call them my Georgia peaches,

Nigga I rep blood,

Nigga Call me a leech,

I'm so outta this world,

Call me a martian,

Oops that's my jet calling,

We just departing.

Everyone: Ohhhhhhh!

Lawrence(Justice Spitta): Niggas think they fly,

When they know that shit's a lie,

Only jet you know is a G6,

My bitches ride on cloud 9,

On MY stick,

Niggas call me Cirque Du Soleil,

I fucks with freaks,

Don't be tardy for the party,

No NeNe Leakes,

Swag so live,

Call it a restorative,

I got bars,

But not like Wayne did.

Steve: If you niggas liked Justice, make some noise!

Boys: Ayeeeeee!

Steve: Mexican Fire?

Boys: YEAHHHHH BUDDY!

Steve: You moving on to the 2nd round. Who up?

Antoine: (to Prince) You can rap?

Prince: Not really.

Antoine: So what you be writing during English class?

Prince: Poetry, stupid.