Title: Rap Queen
"Ariana! Ariana! Ariana!" The crowd chanted, as an Average height lady walked in to the garage already turned dissing venue. Dark in complexion, her upper body clad in a black hoodie, with the lower part clad in a grey coloured. Even with the baggy clothes she wore, you could still see an outline of her killer curves. Not to mention the bust she had, both Front and back, all matching up with her beautiful face, sporting a tinted(Brown) low cut.
She walked majestically, with both hands in the hoodie's pocket and her head and shoulders standing up right with so much confidence and energy, towards the centre of the crowd. She stopped right in front of a 5 feet tall, fat black guy clad In a grey coloured Sweat shirt, accompanied with a blue faded jean trousers.
They both stared at each other for about two seconds, each harbouring a little malice against each other.
"Last week, this homie challenged me online with some wack diss lines" Ariana turned to the crowd and paused, glancing around to each and everyone "In his mind he think he got bars, but they got no weight"
"Oooooh!" The crowd chorused.
"Lloyd, She is murdering you before the battle even started" The DJ joked from the top of the makeshift stage.
"I hope you got your phone cameras out, b'cos I'm about to make this b*tch pay!" Ariana said. "Who is going first?"
"Ladies first" the DJ replied.
"Let's end this" Ariana muttered. "Pass the mic"
DJ placed his left palm on the left disc, and a familiar beat screeched for about two seconds and then played. "
The crowd jubilated, bringing out their phones to record and their wallets to place their bets on who they believe will win.
🎶 Like holding papers and pencils, the battle line has been drawn // Give Lloyd bloody murder buh he ain't my son // Fuckah u can never rap (wrap) tight even if you gat hundred wax on Ya waist // ima take you outter the game in no haste, // talk is cheap (chip) like plantain, newbie like u wanna run Ya mouth like marathon // I ain't nice, I keep pushing you to the wall(Paragon) // I ain't carrying "weight" but I give you "heavy punch" // Food is ready, now I'm eating you for lunch. // I shoot u like a movie, keep Ya fans behind the sin, // Arranging children on a queue is the only time u'll ever form a line // Berra Get Ya face cap and cover Ya shame // Braaaaaaaaaah 🎶 Ariana dropped the mic on the ground accompanied with a chants of her name, and a few mocking Lloyd.
"Damn. She got some bars. About you put behind prison bars kiddo. Show us what you got" The DJ chuckled.
Lloyd grinned, picking up the mic
🎶 If you got a grenade stuck up your p*ssy, you still ain't gonna blow // thinking your game while I played u like lotto card, now watch me fist blow and leave u bloody like used sanitary pads // this ur last lap, like ur sittin on a SIM, ur ass is on the line // even if u were Microsoft u wouldn't still excell /ecell/ who would recognize you after this diss, my punches left you ape shaped like Gareth Bale // talkin about fame ur flows to lame I think they need clutches // I'll be killing you like hunger u gotta be at my service like churches // flow so tight like a virgin in menses // Lloyd is still on point like ur sewing machine, u will suffer a lot like soldier during matching 🎶
Lloyd smirked raising his middle finger at her, before dropping the mic. Ariana frowned a bit but quickly concealed it.
"Ooooohh!!!" The crowd shouted "You found your match"
"Who y'all think wins this?" The DJ shouted in to the mic, reducing the volume of the beats.
"Ariana!!...."Lloyd"....."Ariana!!"....."Lloyd!!!" The names boomed out from various people. Both at the same pitch, making it difficult for the DJ to decide and announce who the winner was.
"okkk Kay, calm down guys. How about we have a second round?"
"Yayyyyyy!"
"I give you rappers a slow beat, and you only rap out five lines with a good flow" DJ elucidated "Which ever is better and the crowd supports is the winner.
The DJ tapped some buttons on his laptop and a slow rap beat boomed out of the speakers
"Lloyd go first"
Lloyd brought the mic closer to his lips and smirked
🎶 Beauty with no brains, your opinion is like a broken calculator... It doesn't count // like dates, f*ckah ima take you out // B!tch if you ball for real den Madrid must be in mess // walking into the law court wit a gun, u still wouldn't drop a bar // I gat you on Ya kneels, now ur next to the feet (Defeat) // 🎶
"Dammmn! Lloyd is on fire man" The DJ chuckled.
The crowd were really getting entertained
Ariana smiles and collected the mic
🎶 This life is a board, I'm the queen, you are the pawn // imma cut ur tongue and place em on MA bed, call it sleep(slip) of tongue // u can't even ball, the only time ur game is when ur playing ping pong // u better make your bed and urinate on em so u can rest in peace (piss) // start a new profession b!tch b'cus when u stand on a radio is when you on track 🎶
"Ooooohhh !!!! Ariana killed it this time.... She good.... No. Lloyd killed it.... Ariana is a rap b!tch...." The whole crowd chanted and murmured.
Ariana moved closer to Lloyd who looked like he was going to cry any time soon, with her breast almost touching his chest
"Punk ass! Now who is boss" she said staring sternly at him "My punch lines just passed through ur chest and leave u with a hunch back"
Lloyd smiled faintly and shifted backing a little, then swiftly dipped his right hand into the back of his swea shirt and pulled out a Glock 17 pistol.
"B!tch..Now tell me who is boss!""
