Drew's POV
I was on in ten minutes. My dress was to small and my heels hurt me so, i just borrowed some of lucy's clothes. which weren't really my style but they fit. I picked out a hoodie by the brand Element, a T-shirt that said 'damn! i'm hot!', some black skinny jeans and big sneakers that said 'osiris' on the tongue. I had to hurry with my make up so I just put on some black and purple sparkly mascara and some peach flavored Lip smackers and ran out the door. As i was running to the stage they Apollo the DJ annouced my name and the song. " Next up we have Drew singing Superman by Auburn." All the guys cheered. The girls just rolled their eyes. Bitchs. I grabbed the mic and the beat started. just outta the corner of my eye i could see Apollo getting ' freak ay' by the DJ stand. i started singing.
Oh, he think he Superman
Oh, he think he Superman your a big ass
Boy, you ain't no big boss
Who you think, you Rick Ross?
Swear that you's a thug
But your favorite song is "Lip Gloss"
Posted at the bus stop
Actin' like you so hot
Swear you make it rain
But I still ain't seen one drop
You can't be the wonders, homie this ain't the Matrix
It'd be better for us if you just stick to the basics
You got a forty cent paycheck
You can't afford Payless
You talkin' so big
But it's better if you say less
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Sorry but you have no game
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
You got a better chance with Lois Lane
Oh, he think he Superman
Oh, he think he Superman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, you think you Batman
Now, you think you Batman
You need to get back, man
You're not really that bad!
Givin' you the scoop, dawg
You're not really Snoop Dogg
Oh, I think they like me
That's highly unlikely
He say he got some groupies
Ridin' in that hooptie?
It's 2008
And you're still Chicken Noodle Soup-ing
Party like a rockstar
But you ain't made the pop charts
You're thinkin' that you're so hard
Sweeter than a pop tart
Thinkin' that you're Underdog
You makin' me me wonder, dawg
Swoll up in the chest
Yo, I think you need a Wonderbra
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
I can tell just by your face
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La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
You have no friends on Myspace
Oh, he think he Superman
Oh, he think he Superman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, you think you Batman
Now, you think you Batman
You need to get back, man
You're not really that bad!
I want you to know that real superheros can fly
And you so dumb you keep on wonderin' who'd be willin' to try
Livin' in yo mama's basement still collectin' the comics
No money in the bank
You must've skipped economics
And every time you see me
You always be on me
But as soon as I reject you
You go runnin' to Mommy
If we was arch-rivals
I'd win the fight
Think you so bad, but boy
I'm your kryptonite
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Homie, and what's with that cape
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
Homie, ain't those you mama's drapes?
Oh, he think he Superman
Oh, he think he Superman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, you think you Batman
Now, you think you Batman
You need to get back, man
You're not really that bad!
Oh, he think he Superman
Oh, he think he Superman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, he think he Spiderman
Now, you think you Batman
Now, you think you Batman
You need to get back, man
You're not really that bad!
After the beat stopped all I heard was cheering. I was good. Obviously. I winked and blew kisses at all the hot guys then strutted off stage.