Fashionably Big 6

On da low

It's Friday and I just got to work. I went behind the counter and started doing my daily work chores.

I started my duty and helped about 5 customers in ten minutes. It's a slow day and those are the days I like. I don't have to do much but look out the window at the bright outside area.

I heard the bell ring signaling someone had come in. I looked over to see it was Xavier. He looked good. Black and white Nikes with a white polo shit with the black polo sign on it. Some crisp true religion jeans and a black and white Obey snap back. Damn he looks good enough to lick caramel sauce off of.

"Hey Xa" I said.

"Hey Cha." he said smiling at me.

"What's up? You ain't call a bish or nun. I thought yo ass just decided I was a contact holder" I said. (A/N a contact holder-a person in yo contacts that you never talk to)

"Nah ma. I been busy. Plus I wanted to get to know you in person. To see yo sexy lips move when you talk, makes the sensations more intense" he said.

"What sensation?" I said.

"The sensation in my you know what" he said smirking.

"Ya nasty!" I said laughing.

"I know right. You like it though" I did. He psychic or nah?

"So what you doing later on today?" he asked smiling.

"Going home. Sleeping. Why?", I asked.

"Wanna hang out? Get something to eat?" he asked.

"Hell yea. I could use a taco salad from Taco Bell." I said.

"Iight. We'll go to a fancy place. It has taco salad. I'm not about to let a beautiful girl like you go to anything less than a five star restaurant." he said smiling.

I blushed. "Aw you so damn sweet." I said smiling.

"Thank you." I said with a smile

Yeah

Hopsin

Funk Volume

C'mon, keep sleepin' on me

Hollywood ass rappers

Bitch ass females

That's enough to make a nigga flip

[Verse 1:]

Yeah...

I erupt like a bomb

So give up the baton

I slap you after bustin' a fuckin' nut in my palm

Why you buggin' me like something was wrong

Just take a puff of the bong

And let me leave your mind corrupt from this song

See you can't stop me cause I'm a brainwash teens

And create false dreams cause it pays off clean

I'm just an idiotic ironic symbolic illuminatic product

That's gonna be killed if I talk about it (shhh!)

This industry business is all screwed up

I have no favorite rapper because all you suck

I severe the weakest niggas who not on my pedigree

Because on the tombstone its as hard as it will ever be

I'm judged by my wild image a lot

And everybody seems to think I have a sinister plot, I do

Be offended by every sentence I jot