bionicfemme

WTF!!!?? LOL. I was attacked by 80's rappers on Haight street today.

So i'm walking and I see this guy with his decks and equipment in a cart, he's pushed it to a street corner and there's some 80's rappers rapping while he spins. All of a sudden I realize that it's DJ Robbysocks, the last time I saw him, my ex and I were making out on Hippie hill and I let him take pictures of it because I wanted free DJ lessons. (Haha) Then I lost his number, but didn't care.

So anyway I go up to him to ask how he's doing and this guy who looks like an old school Notorious B.I.G. approaches.

"We need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"Sir, i'm not a rapper." -Me
"I said we need some female M.C.'s up in this place!" - B.I.G.
"I repeat; I am NOT a rapper! I know I look like one, but i'm not!" -Me

Bystanders laugh, I talk Robby into giving me free lessons.

"Shit! It's the popo's!" -B. I. G.

The police come and I hightail it out of there.

So I had a rap in my head, but didn't want to rap it in front of a streetcorner of strangers. I had to run to a bus bench and write it down before I forgot:

Because I AM a rapper

Yo yo yo
I like bitches and ho's

And you be suckin' on these,
Sucka M.C.'S, please!

I'm loud
brown
proud
A bitch out the pound

I'm a freestyle fuck
Just 'cause i'm fuckin' it up

[insert chorus with whiny R&B lady here]

You'd best believe
That your girl comes to me

I said come, come
Don't tell you shit when we're done.

Word, muthafucka!!!