Pen Ink

Simon - Rap god

((So um, just another quick authors note. I've realized I've just been enjoying basing the beginning of chapters off of music. This one is, of course, a song by Eminem because well, he's Kennedy's favorite rapper. Please enjoy. ^-^

"There's no way. You can not, you liar."

"What? You think I'm bluffing?" Kennedy asked as we headed on our way to the surprise mystery destination.

"Yeah. duh. I don't know one small white girl who would ever be able to rap something like, Rap God in their life. Like seriously, really funny joke Kennedy, but we both know that's not happening."

As we pull up to stop at a red light, Kennedy glares at me. "Hand me my phone.." She grumbles

"No." I shake my head laughing. "I told you I don't feel like dying due to a car crash today."

"Fine. Just look up Rap God on my phone then."

"Fine." I grinned as the light turned green and she drove forward. "but don't expect me to be impressed." I mumbled, picking up her phone as I tapped the center button. Her lock screen was of her and what I assumed was Bailey. It was a little hard to tell at first until I realized that that's because he was wearing makeup. Like to the extreme. And not good makeup either, not contour or anything like that. It was more like face paint, his face chalked with white, and his hair a bright green. Clearly, he was dressed as the Joker for some reason. And that was when I realized That Kennedy was also dressed as Harley Quinn. I looked over at her and before I could open my mouth to ask, she answered my question. "That was last years Halloween."

"Oh. These are actually really good costumes." I hummed as I realized the phone was locked. "What's the password?"

"Jack."

"After what if I may ask?" I questioned as I tapped the four letters and the phone unlocked.

"Our dog. Best friggin dog ever. Dang, I miss that little guy." She sighs.

I nod and open up the youtube app typing into the search bar, 'Rap God.' "You ready?" I ask, my thumb hovering over the play button.

"Born ready." She smirks confidently.

I chuckle quietly as I tap the play button. The music starts and the intro plays. Kennedy looks over at me as the chorus plays for the first time. She looks like she's legitimately about to do something never done before and I laugh slightly. The chorus nears its end and Kennedy opens her mouth, "But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes. I got a laptop in my back pocket. My pen'll go off when I half-cock it. Got a fat knot from that rap profit."

The rap starts off a little slow, and I'm already a little impressed with how fast she can go right now. And then, when I didn't she could continue, didn't think she could rap any faster, she continues, " Made a living and a killing off it.  Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office. With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack. I'm an MC still as honest. But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables, killaholic. Kill 'em all with."

She starts spitting out words like they're fire. Rapping faster than I ever would be able to. And damn was I impressed.

"This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop. You don't really wanna get into a pissing match with this rappidy rap packing a Mac in the back of the Ac, pack backpack rap, yep, yackidy-yack. The exact same time I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half."

She was leaning forwards as she drove, beating against the steering wheel while still able to say every wor. I was beyond impressed. I watched in amazement as her mouth moved faster than ever to create each individual word. It was crazy, she slowed down a little as she continued, still able to keep in time with the music. 

"Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact. How could I not blow? All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack. Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a Maxipad. It's actually disastrously bad. For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as.."

I start to clap, but she doesn't stop, still singing the chorus as she pulls into the parking lot of what appears to be a mall.

"I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God. All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod. Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box? Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard." She finishes taking a deep breath as she pulls in and parks. I can't help but stare, not really sure what to say to that.

"That was um. Wow. You win."

"Dang right I did!" Kennedy cheers, doing a small victory dance, as she now seems to be hyped up with energy. She takes her phone back and turns off the music. The two of us hop out and lock the convertible.

"The Central City Mall. Hmm" I looked up as I read the letters on top of the giant entrance.

"Yes, welcome to one of the best places in Central City, Rhode Island!" She cheers, throwing her arms in the air. "Now let's go!" She grabs my wrist and drags me behind her into the mall. The two of us explore the ginormous building. It was more so Kennedy dragging me around and showing me all her favorite places but it works for me. I mean we stopped and got Froyo for crying out loud. And it wasn't that cheap shit either like it's delicious. I myself personally got strawberry siracha. Not gonna lie, I love spicy food. And that froyo was like the perfect combination of spicy and sweet. It was the god of all things sweet and spicy, and it was refreshing and cold, so that's a plus.

We snacked on our froyo and shared jokes as we walked. Kennedy slowed down and stopped in front of what appeared to be an arcade as she smiles.

"This is why we came here." She says proudly.

I looked up at the sign above the entrance. The Exchange. "Kennedy I'm worried that with the type of person you are, this is secretly an under the table organization for trading out your friends and getting better ones.." I say looking at her. She laughs a little and then can barely contain herself as she loses it, doubling over laughing. "How-How'd you know?" She stutters catching her breath.

I glance over at her, chuckling quietly before looking back at the inside of the arcade. "Looks like fun."