Michael Jackson Imagines

Rap Battle (Bad Era)

You and Michael were in the studio on the ranch and you were watching him do his work. You decided to plug in your phone to the aux cord that was connected to the speaker. You hit shuffle on your playlist and Schoolboyq's song called Man Of The Year was playing loudly.

Michael turned around and smirked. Michael hugged you from behind and pulled you into a chair with you sitting on his lap. He whispered in your ear,"You know I can rap this whole entire song without any mistakes?"

You smirked at him and shook your head. "I don't believe you babe. You're too sweet and gentle for that," you said and he still had that smirk on his face. "Wanna bet?" He said and stood up from the chair. You accepted the challenge. "If I win you have to take me on a shopping spree for the next week," you said with confidence. "And if I win you have to let me fuck you anywhere I want for the next month. Anyway that I want it," he said and held out his hand. You smirked and grabbed his hand. The challenge was set.

The song was over and R. Kellys song called My Story started playing. You decided to start it off.

(Chorus)
This is my story
Yeah im from that Chi town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
This is my story
Money cars mad hoes
This is my story and Im sticking to it

Came from humble beginnings and now Im cocky with my spendings
They say lifes a game and thank God im winning
Models in my indo
I beat the pussy Django
These niggas talking money I got more digits in my gate code
She make a pole disappear like Hocus Pocus
You aint never gonna find another nigga this focused
I got every block every street corner sold up
Whateved club representing my city throw it up
I own the game coach slash player shown up
Okay haters throw fitted never showed up

Michael sung the chorus and began to rap the next verse.

Velcro Im sticking to it hating Im victim to it
Your coversation is sanitation aint no hesitation when Im finna do it
I stick it in and I hit up a friend
Live it up and count my dividends
Rol like cinnamon
Whoa big face Benjamins as shes looking at me
Like yeen aint nothin but a star
If you ride with them you aint gon go far
But if you ride with me crib so big we can play hide and seek
You can confide to me, ride me like I ride the beat
Pilot seat need a co pilot, kiss a ass in both mouths
Them talking both lips what you know about boat trips?
Drop her ass at the (Chocolate Factory) (yeah)
Yeah we did them 12 plays
And you know who you is girl
We've been fucking since the 12th grade

Michael sung the chorus and you began the last verse.

Pullin up to the club about 3
Guilty no plea
Im leaving at 6 with a dime piece
At 9 we on round 3
I speak of rain they say im crazy like they dont even know
See but my talent man got bipolar
Say she a church girl but man she blowing holy smokes
Showed her the Jesus piece and now she got the holy ghost
They asked them in an interview "why do he love these girls?"
The only thing he said was " motherfuck the world!"

You and Michael sang the last chorus and the song ended. You stared at Michael and sat back in the chair wirh your arms crossed and he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why are you doing that?" he said and you smirked. "I seem to have won this battle baby boy," you said and he raised a perfect eyebrow.

"Who says that you won?" he said and crossed his arms. "Since I recorded the battle with the soundboard, how about we invite Janet over to decide?" Michael said and you nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, Janet came to the studio and listened to the track. After 5 minutes of deciding, Janet glanced at Michael to declare that he was the winner. You pouted and he laughed. Michael wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered in your ear.

"Get your sexy ass upstairs mami..."

My god! Amaya got some really bomb imagines on here. Didnt think there were. Anyways, this is her cousin Kayla. Im the co writer for this book. Hopefully y'all liked this one. She planned it out and typed it out but she needed for me to upload it for her since she isnt feeling good right now. Wish her a get well soon on her message board for me. As she would write it, stay reading my loves! ~Amaya and Kayla. ❤✨