Ch 7: Girl, You Really Got Me Now!!!

"Damn girl, you look like shit!" She said and laughed. Aw shucks, don’t you know how to get into a girl’s heart. My hair looks like hell and I fucking smell like ass, isn’t life grand.

I gave her the finger. Opps it slipped. Yea my ass it slipped "Ugh just get in the fucking truck!"

I started the truck and flipped through iPod. Damn where is it? Ah here it is. This is my shit right here.

Instantly I started to rap alongside with the song.

"Just like bums, we used to stay in the slums of LA by the way

Gang-bangers killin’ each other for rep, sellin’ rock cocaine on my doorstep

"So why did you decide to skip?" I curiously asked.

"You know why?" Her look was intense and revealing.

Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride, but my mamma never would let me play outside.

"No I don’t actually, why don’t you tell me?"

But when I got enrolled in elementary school, started bangin’ like a fuckin’ fool.

So cool, throwin’ up gang signs to the gangster beat, shot an enemy from across the street

She sighed and just stared at me. "Because it seemed like you needed a friend." Bullshit, yea I called you on it, bullshit.

"Mamma came home, said she got a good job. Daddy did too. Now they don’t squab.

Financially, we improvin’. 2 months later, son, we movin’.

No more duckin’ from shotgun shells. Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale."

God this song makes me happy. Fucking Madison!

"Interesting, I didn’t paint you out to be an Afroman fan."

"Hell yea the dude’s pretty sick. His music helps me calm down and relax." I exclaimed.

"No more rats and no more roaches, livin’ next door it football coaches.

Now I got a new place to sell me crack. Now I got little white kids to jack." I love that line!

"I stopped wearin’ blue, wasn’t trippin’ on red. Too busy squabbin’ with the skinheads.