Eminem Imagines Pt. 2 (Eminemzminnie Style)

Backhanded Barbie

"Stay away from her she's dangerous." A guy whispered.

"But she's so pretty.." Someone whispered back.

"Yeah and she'll bite your frickin head off dude." Another guy said.

"I heard she once took down 3 dudes with heels on!" Some  guy exclaimed.

"So what I could beat up 3 of those lil pipsqueaks in the corner." He said referencing some nerds who were getting all excited over their chemistry homework by their lockers.

"Dude you didn't let me finish, they were full grown men and she was only 11 years old!" The man revealed.

"WHAT!?" The group of jocks squealed in pure shock and admiration.

"Yeah they call her Backhanded Barbie because she's as pretty as a barbie doll but she has a backhand that will knock you into next week." A guy who knows backhanded barbie really well says recalling a time where he witnessed one of her fights that took place on his block last summer.

"One time last year she was going to church and she saw this guy picking on this scrawny white boy who was trying to pass out his mixtape on the corner..."

-Flash Back-

"Stupid white boy, you think you can actually rap..what golf ain't good enough for ya? Now you trying to take our culture?" A boy accusingly shouts clutching this white boy by the collar his right hand already covered in blood from beating the young man's face.

"N-no." The man replied coughing up some blood as he spoke.

"Seems that way to me, hey y'all what you think?" He asks his group of juvenile delinquent friends who all were notorious in that neighborhood for multiple of crimes that they committed at the young ages of 12-14.

Everyone knew not to beef with them..

Everyone except you.

"Yeah Devante." The group cheered infusing the man's already big ego.

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"Wait hold up you telling me this girl went up against  Deviant Devante!?"  A man said interrupting the story.

"Shutup man and let me finish, it gets better."

-Back to Flash Back-

Devante was going in for another swing that was sure to knock this little white boy out for a good 3 days when she showed up.

"Devante James Wilson!" You called out catching the man off guard.

"Wait...Isn't that Y/N from down the street, what she doing here?" One of Devante's guys asked.

"Ah, if it isn't little Ms. Priss..what do you want?" Devante asked.

"What are you doing to that guy, you know good and well your Auntie Clara would have your head." You said.

"How about you hop along to church like a good little girl and mind your own business." Devante spat back.

You sighed seeing where this was headed you just hoped that you wouldn't get any blood on your new dress mama got you for church.

"Alright Devante we can either do this the easy way, or the hard way..so let that guy go." You said looking at the poor kid who already look like he was losing consciousness.

"And what you gone do? Lecture me to death? Call your mommy ? Crack out your bible and say and little prayer for me?" He said releasing Marshall's collar sending him tumbling on the hard concrete.