Eminem Imagines

Rap Battles Two

featuring awful rhymes by @originalwanksta

Anger is ever present in your heart but fear outshines it by a mile. You're in the crowd smoking another blunt with your friends, who were giving you deeper insight on M&M. Apparently, his name is Marshall and he's poor, gets jumped daily and has a daughter.
You feel stocked up with information. This rematch especially would mean a lot, considering all that shlit on the line. You walk back up to the stage after the intermission ends.

M&M is now in a tank top and you have removed your durag, your blunt in the hands of your close friend. It's now or never. Your heart is practically in your ears and your breathing is shortened. You could see all the people in the hood the next day documenting "The Rise and Fall Of The Wrath" and those thoughts alone were haunting as ever.

Proof introduces you both and a lighter, upbeat rhythm is played. You recognize part of it from a Wu Tang Clan song and you get even more notice. M&M is first, taking the microphone from Proof and walking to the center of the concrete stage. The place seemed ten times more packed. You watch as he takes his final cue, breathing in and out. Then, he goes on.

Do I really gotta battle this slut again? Aight then.
Ayo, ayo.
You might as well call this rap "Black Panther gets knocked down"
Look around, these people are with me
You about to drown
I saw you back there, drinking like a Frenchman's wife
You sure the movie Groundhog Day wasn't modeled after yo life?
Because you come back here, again and again and again
You wanna be a gangsta, you ain't gotta pretend
You ain't got no man, you ain't got no plan
You just an overblown Tupac fan
Tryna sound like you're straight outta Cali
In actuality you're in the back blowing my man Howie

He points to an old man in the back of the room, who waves his hand at you. You feel even more enraged.

I ain't got no other way to put it
You're based up to the roots with bullshlit
Saying you sell drugs, whore please
Leave this stage
Leave this page
And maybe, just maybe, people might be able to look at ya, and not be filled wit rage.

The crowds screaming wildly and everything

"Oh, oh oh shlit! M&M just threw that shlit down! He just threw it down! The Wrath, reclaim yo title, girl! Hit me up." Proof called as the crowd got even wilder. Everyone was now throwing their hands in the air and cheering you on, still rooting for you. It touches your heart.

Time to get rid of this cracka once and for all.

You state and crowd was going crazy. You gathered all the information given to you from your friends about Marshall in a total of fifty seconds and you start. Your voice is deeper, harder, shaped and tinged with anger.

First off, I never claimed to be a thug
I never claimed to be street
And I never claimed to sell fluckin' drugs
I claimed to be a good rapper, which is something you can't say
If you were, why you gotta work at Gilbert's Lodge to get your minimum pay?
You should already have a deal and should already be big
You point out his girlfriend again and make another statement about her.
Instead of hanging with guys who steal and having sex with a pig
Let's not forget the first time you stepped up in here, we booed you off stage
Proof wasn't here to help you
In these streets and battles, you gotta do whatchu do
And if that includes picking on a girl and having nothing real to spit
Imma just have to call you out on your bullshlit

Your real name is "Marshall" and you lived in the hood impartial
You wanna get respect?
You wanna be noticed?
Stop stealing Proof's rhymes and claimin' that you wrote it
I can take MCs like you and pull y'all through the ringer
But I'll also shoot you up and have yo daughter at the funeral giving you the finger

Everything you touch seems to grow stale and white
Maybe it's because you're soft as a rapper and a person in real life
You get jumped daily so don't tell me what life I lead
Because right after this battle, Imma see you in alley with a flucking nose bleed

The Wrath will be the illest killer in The Shelter, Detroit and world
And the only thing you can do is take picture of my twat so you don't forget the old girl...

You drop the microphone, leaving the audience roaring indefinitely. You end on a line cracking on yourself as well as M&M. It's a million times louder than the usual applause. It's no question who won, it's you. Marshall takes his losing angrily, exiting the building fairly quickly.

It does not matter however. You have just defended your title. 

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