[Teh1337zor]

What It Do Kid: From the King of the trap, To the King of Rap

The sirens rang in his ears and the metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth as he lay on the cold concrete, rain pounding rhythmically along with his heart. A voice arose from behind him,
“Sir, we would like to apologize for this we have mistaken you for another person, we are extremely sorry for the inconvenience.”
He responded with an unshaken voice “You mean you got my [censored] green lion fur jacket dirty for nothing?”
“Sir, again we apologize for the inconvenience”
He rose from the ground brushing himself off and laughing.
“What it do [censored]?” he asked.
“What does what do sir?”
With that he grabbed for his waste band and two shots rang out into the crisp night air.
“Neva [censored] with a cold blooded [censored] ho, besides I wanted a new whip anyway”
He emptied the officer’s pockets to find a wallet and car keys. He got in the car and began driving with no particular destination in mind. As he cruised down the highway he opened the wallet, and was sorely disappointed.
“Eleven dollars, broke ass [censored].” He exclaimed
As he dug further into the wallet he came across a white card with an address scribbled across it. Naturally, having just killed a police officer, he thought it was wise to lay low. The young man drove to the address on the card to spend the next couple of nights. As he rolled into the driveway he was let down by the small house of the police officer.
“Knew this [censored] was broke” He mumbled.
Never the less he realized a place to sleep is a place to sleep. He fumbled through the keys attached to the car keys and eventually opened the door. Making himself comfortable he walked into the bedroom and began watching TV when he heard a feint voice. He very slightly turned down the volume of the television and heard
“Honey are you home?”
He did not know what to do so he chose to remain silent. The voice became clearer and cleared when without warning the bedroom door swung open. There in the door stood the most beautiful lady he had ever seen. She gasped when she saw the unknown man laying down on her bed.
“Wh, wh, who are you?” she stammered.
Not wanting to give away his name he thought and quickly a name arose in his head.
“Bitch, you can call me What it do Kid.”
“Wheres my husband?” She asked half scared, half in awe of the aura that surrounded the What it do Kid
“Dude didn’t know what it do”
She gasped in horror, here she was in the house with the man that had murdered her husband. However she found herself attracted to What it do Kid.
“That was my man” She said in a very angry tone.
The What it do Kid responded calmly
“Nah you my bitch now”
The woman could not help herself she found herself falling in love with the man that had murdered her husband. She sat down on the bed next to him and began to talk only to be interrupted.
“You know I’ve always had a thing for bad m-“
“Bitch shutup you gonna give my brain or what” said What It Do Kid in disgust.
Within minutes the woman’s dream was a reality. What It Do Kid made her feel in ways she never felt before. After their night of fun both were extremely drained and decided to go to sleep. What It Do Kid however had other plans, he left while the woman was still asleep leaving nothing but the card with the address on it, however on the backside something new was written, “What it do?”

What It Do Kid proceeded to roll to the trap in his police cruiser. People bolted like lightning as they saw the car pull through, after all these people made their career selling drugs. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his best friend, Loc. He pulled over to talk to Loc and set up shop.
“What it do Loc?”
“Nothin mayne what it do?” Loc replied
“ Im just tryna make that paper dog” What It Do Kid said
“ Homie how you gonna sell anything when you posted up next to a cop car” Loc questioned
“Cause I’m the king of the trap.” What It Do Kid said with authority.

Within a half hour What It Do Kid had made 140k and proved Loc wrong.

“I told you Loc, I’m the king of the trap!” He yelled.

All of the sudden What It Do Kid was hit from behind by an extremely large man. What It Do Kid, while getting helped up by Loc, saw who the man was.

“The [censored] you hit me for TxRedman?” What it Do Kid said with not an ounce of fear in his voice.

“I heard you saying you were the king of the trap and that’s [censored] homie I am” Said the man who was clearly on steroids.

What It Do Kid immediately began to reach for his gun when TxRedman spoke again.

“What It Do Kid, I know you can kill me if you want to but I wanted to test your skills at something else, rapping.”

What It Do Kid laughed,

“[censored] what it do?” he said.

With that the contest was on. Thousands of people gathered to see who would win the title of “King of the trap”. The atmosphere was electric.

Out of no where TxRedMan kicked the first verse.

“what it do kid get the [censored] off my stage
before i triple barrell bluff with my roid induced rage
i dont give a [censored] if you're gettin head or gettin brain
and up until today i never even heard of your name
i'll introduce that diamond plated grill to the front of my car
and take all your monies like your name was grimstarr
seriously, dawg, i'll drop a drama bomb on you
straight from the streets of [censored] twoplustwo
you keep steppin to the mike like one day you gonna fly
but you're a gimmick account, and gimmick account gotta die
i'll throw a left hook of sklansky
and i'll upper cut you with brandi
and if you put the two together
you've got the [censored] manson family
dum diddy dum what it do BBV?
who it be kid? Yo gildy check the IP
your rhymes are busto, and my rhymes are sick
but only time will tell if i can avoid the ban stick
you better call me your brother or your friend when you rhyme
because every rappers favorite word is a BBV crime
insta, i mean perma, foreva gettin banned
if you say the word *****, even if you're afri-can
BBV has a cake, and the mods like to eat it too
straight from the PC department of motha [censored] twoplustwo
it's been a while kid, let me bring you up to date
we used to love vig, but now he's the object of our hate
oh noez! my girls got cancer!
where oh where will i find the answer!
should i sell baby vigs body and make her the first toddler-booty dancer?
wait oh wait, i know what i'll do!
i'll develop a little reputation on good old twoplustwo!
they'll think i'm just a nice guy
who one day will fly
except they'll give me cancer monies
so i can gambool really high!
lol @ BBV, you got vigged you silly rabbits
but i'll just laugh and deny that i've got this gambling habit
uh oh, what's that? i better answer the phone
because i'm twenty two years old and still live in my parents home
hello? who is this?
BBV? who is that?
oh, you mean the forum i scammed like a worthless dirty rat?
how did you get this number? why do you want to speak to my mom?
i guess i better forge some screen shots and hurry up and log on
i promise i didn't steal the money sir, please dont slander my name
i'm trying to start a prop bet escrow service, oh noez the shame!!!
what it do kid do us all a favor
we'd like a side of vigorish marinated for extra flavor”

The crowd went crazy, the roars could be heard from all over the ATL.

What It Do Kid remained stolid and started his verse.

“tonight it was only ok for me dog
while the thread gives love to a [censored] with a blog?
you motherfcckers forgot who up and gave you the sickest shtt
people say my name every day, don't pretend you aint witnessed it
it seems every thread i check its like all i see
is another clown sayin "what it do bbv"
dont forget who brought that shtt and gave it to yall
taught you how to represent, taught you how to ball
i got that old school shtt you only wish you could [censored] with
you rhyme the same shtt twice and think we aint gon notice?
motherfccker whos the gimmick? is it you or me?
you're a roided out fatass, im a real OG
stop and look at yourself, youll see it couldnt be clearer
youre taking half naked pictures of yourself in the mirror
those are some sexy poses, Tex, are you the Next Top Model?
[censored] with me, you'll be the color of a Hpnotiq bottle
so what exactly are you on Tex? the clear or the cream?
my fans know what im on, Monster and Player's Extreme
you run with bbv noobs while i got Loc in my gang
you all in those tighty whities, while i let my nuts hang.
my shtt hangs to the ground, when it hits youll feel the earth quake
im as hard as a rock, youre soft as a strawberry milkshake
"I will fly one day"? I cant believe my eyes,
is the next line you say "oops pow, surprise!"?
people are screamin for my shtt, they keep gettin new cravings
youre shtt is straight out the past... did you forget daylight savings?
but im sick of this shtt, thats all i got to say to you
you cant even see me tex, motherfccker what it do”

For a split second there was silence, however no fear crept into What It Do Kid’s soul. People were in shock, they had never heard a verse so pure. The crowd erupted and started chanting “Hail the king!”. Out of the crowd emerged a man named Al Sharpton. He was the owner of a record company and he happened to be in the trap, buying crack. Sharpton offered a record deal to What It Do Kid, and the rest is history.