Baku Takes on Beacon

Professional Soundcloud Rapper

It was the weekend for Baku and gang, blessing them with two school-free days. On Saturday, they all went to breakfast. Baku was eating a chicken biscuit with no chicken, Tobi was eating cinnamon rolls, Bank Bill was eating bread, and Lil Broomstick was eating M&Ms. Even though he was only halfway through his bowl of M&Ms, Lil Broomstick had to leave.

Lil Broomstick: Alright Imma head out.

Baku: Where do you gotta be so damn early?

Lil Broomstick: I gotta drop a track, bruh. I've been on silent since we got to this school.

Baku: You still on that Soundcloud bullshit?

Lil Broomstick: Ay, don't talk bullshit, vro, I just won a grammy.

Baku: Dawg, I do not care what ya grandma said.

Bank Bill: Can I tag along? It's been my dream to become a professional Soundcloud rapper my whole life since like three weeks ago.

Lil Broomstick: Yuh homie you can hop on the track.

Baku: Ight, let's go then.

Lil Broomstick: Bruh you just said-

Baku: Oh, you a stenographer? Fuck what I just said, let's go record a B O P.

Lil Broomstick: Fine. Tobi, you coming?

Tobi: Count me the fuck out.

Lil Broomstick: Damn, ok.

Baku, Lil Broomstick and Bank Bill went to the bullheads, loaded onto one, and took the ride to downtown Vale. From there, the trio walked to the studio. Though, Baku did stop at a pizzeria to order a pizza without bones and a 2 liter of Coke. After a quick snack, they went to the studio, which was one floor. Baku went into the recording room.

Baku: Put on a beat, bruh. I don't wanna be here all day.

Lil Broomstick: I don't have any beats, homie, I can't afford a producer.

Baku:...Fuck it. I got the iPhone 8, and y'all mfs late.

Lil Broomstick: Nah bruh, that ain't it.

Baku: And the iPhone X? Thas the phone I'm getting next.

Lil Broomstick: That's not a bar.

Baku: You think you can get up here and rap better?

Lil Broom: You already know the answer to that. Just keep rapping.

Baku: Look, I asked for the pizza 🅱️ O N E L E S S. But them bitches left the bone in.

Lil Broomstick: This shit not gon work.

Baku: Yeah, I'm clouted up. I keep it 99, then I round it up.

Lil Broomstick: Ok!

Baku: I'm baking up bread, and banking that bread. I call that the 🅱️ A N K E R Y.

Lil Broomstick: Thas not gon be Billboard 100.

Baku: Alright, are we done? I'm only doing one song.

Lil Broomstick: Bruh, that wasn't a song right there. I'm concerned.

Baku: You on some type of shit, dawg. I got rhymes, lines, and dollar signs.

Lil Broomstick: Don't ever say that bullshit again.

Baku: Ight, what do you suggest we do-

The door to the studio burst open, revealing two people

???: Hey! What the hell are you doing in our studio?!

Baku: Dawg, I thought this was your studio.

Lil Broomstick: The budget ran up, bruh, I had to improvise.

Bank Bill: Didn't you just win a grammy?

???: That's it! I'm calling the police-!

Baku: Y E E T

A blinding light filled the room and the two people disappeared from reality.

Lil Broomstick: Damn, vro, good thinking.

Baku: Let's get the fuck out of here. This rap shit confuses me anyways.