The next day, a little kid name, Peanut, came up to me in the hallway and told me some eighth grader wants to have a rap battle with me.
"Hey, Ly! Wait up." Peanut said.
"What's up, Peanut." I said.
"Yo, look. You know. Keebo, the eighth grader?" Peanut said.
"What about him?" I asked.
"He heard that you can spit some flow and he wants to have a rap battle with you in the bathroom." Peanut said.
"He wants to have a battle, then let's have a battle." I said.
"Oh Fuck yeah! It's on." Peanut said.
We went to the boys bathroom and there were five guys already in the bathroom. Keebo was a hispanic eighth grader. He's like the champion of the battles because he never lost a battle.
"It's about time your sixth grade ass stop running." Keebo said.
"It's about time your eighth grade ass stop talking shit." I said as we both face each other.
"Come on, man. It's this what you want to see? Huh, me and little boy, here? Hey man give me a beat. Let's start this motherfucker." Keebo said as another seventh grader start the beat.
Round One
Keebo
"The shit that I speak is so fucking ill. When I fucking speak I'm ready to kill. You nothing but a bitch, ain't on my following list. I'm so hot so hotter than Adele. Trying to talk shit. I'll snatch your fucking wig."
"Damn!" said the boys in the bathroom.
"Alright, alright, here I go." I said as it was my turn.
Lysander
"Please don't try to diss me. Yesterday your girl walk up trying to kiss me like she miss. Keep on walking up on me. Yesterday you was bi, trying to kiss a guy, but I'm getting high. Let me just blow it. Anytime I get up on my mic I flip it. Your girl gave me her digits. I call her ten minutes. You can please stop talking cause you just a hater. Always talking down on the kid. High up on the sky, I can never hear a fucking sound. Then shook the fucking ground on my fucking bass. I fucking fuck five times but hey everything I spit best believe its not appeal. And if you diss me really hard you is not trill. And come up in my grill, I hit you in your face. Get my brother to shoot you. Then I'll come up off cool again. I'll turn the heat up. Remember in Elementary school I was junior mafia. I'm back on the track. Come up to me again. Pick up a pen and some paper. Talk to me a little bit later. Once again, I already said you a hater."
"Ohh!!!!" the boys exclaimed.
"Dude, he smoked you!" said a seventh grader.
"Yo, L. Won this round." Peanuts said.
"Hey, he won." said a sixth grader.
"Oh right, Cawthron. You win this round, but tomorrow. I'm coming for your ass." Keebo said as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Tomorrow?" I said to Peanut.
"Yeah, man. His battles have three rounds." Peanut said.
Later that night, I start coming up with some new flows and start writing them down, so I could be prepare for tomorrow battle. The next day, I went back to the bathroom for the next round. One boy had his phone out record the battle.
YOU ARE READING
Lysander
Fiksi PenggemarA coming of age story, Lysander Cornelius Cawthorn, is a young man who been born and raised in Lawrenceville, Georgia. His mother, Katherine gave birth to him when she was 17 years old. Both of them had a troubled and struggling life. As a young tee...
