alka_seltzer: ayo i was on the plane with dwayne
alka_seltzer: u can call me whitley i go to hillman
alka_seltzer: listen im the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
alka_seltzer: excuse me honey but nobody's in my lane
alka_seltzer: when u was in new york u was fuckin the yankee
alka_seltzer: i was fuckin with base, i was pitching to yankee
alka_seltzer: these bitches so cranky, give em a hanky
alka_seltzer: m-mommy im cold, give me my blankie
itchyballs20: bars 🔥🔥🔥
kristnotchris: Wha-
alka_seltzer: anyways
alka_seltzer: practice is at 3
alka_seltzer: be there or be square
itchyballs20: ⬜
alka_seltzer: good job dave
itchyballs20: 😫
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"what song are we playing?"
krist asked as the garage door opened. dave was setting up his drums while kurt tuned his guitar.
"uhmmm, maybe moist vagina?" kurt answered.
"alright." both krist and dave responded at the same time.
after moist vagina, they played rape me, which kurt's neighbors were not happy about.
"shut the fuck up! ain't nobody wanna hear about your sick rape fetish!"
"go somewhere else wit' all that shit!"
"i only let you slide with the weed and pussy song 'cause i love me some weed and pussy, but not rape!"
"guess they don't know what good music is," dave mumbled, causing kurt to snort. "not even the message of the song."
"alright, dave let's play that 'one' song." kurt smirked at dave, krist staring in confusion.
"what song?"
"you'll see, in a moment." kurt replied while setting his guitar on the wall. krist sat on one of the speakers, still in confusion.
kurt positioned the microphone to his mouth and said:
"this one is called itty bitty piggy, by nicki minaj."
dave started to drum the beat of the song while kurt spat his rhymes.
"ayo, i was on the plane with dwayne,"
"you can call me whitley i go to hillman,"
"listen i'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game,"
"excuse me honey but nobody's in my lane,"
krist stared in awe as kurt confidently rapped the lines of the nicki song like the true barb he is, while dave kept drumming to the beat.
"when you was in new york, you was fuckin' the yankee,"
"i was fuckin' with base, i was pitching to yankee,"
"these bitches so cranky, give em a hanky,"
"m-mommy i'm cold, give me my blankie," both kurt and dave said at the same time.
kurt skipped a verse and went straight to the hook.
"now if you see an itty bitty piggy in the market, give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her 'park it'"
"i don't fuck wit pigs like as-salamu alaykum,"
"i put em in a field, i let oscar myer bake em,"
kurt repeated the lines again:
"now if you see an itty bitty piggy in the market, give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her 'park it'"
"i don't fuck wit pigs like as-salamu alaykum,"
"i put em in a field, i let oscar myer bake em,"
while kurt was rapping the song, the neighbors that were once complaining were now praising him.
"okay white boy, i see you!"
kurt chuckled, dave was proud that his friend rapped a whole nicki song without messing up, and krist was s t i l l in confusion.
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*i enjoyed this. hope u did too. gunna start writing like this more.*
