A/N: I've been reading a lot of fan fiction from this section and I'm really impressed. Big ups to Mizzcookielover for updating her fic, also big-ups to princesslady for finally posting a story. Big-ups to MistressOren updating 'Her Pink Stilettos' and last but not least big-ups to EVERYONE who reads and reviews my stories. Also can the loyal readers of this story do me a favor? Can ya'll check out my other fresh new story: 'Ballin: The Battle For Meadowlark Lemon Park? I've slaved over a hot keyboard to do that story, so some reviews for it would be next, but it's all good if I don't get any. The next 3 chapters will be short, barely passing 1000 words so expect updates a lot faster than usual.

WARNING: This chapter contains wack ass lyrics, for I am not a rapper. This is my best and this is only for entertainment purpose. I'm not tryin' to go diamond, platinum or gold.

Disclaimer: I do not claim The Boondocks as my own creation. Only the plot and my original characters...that is all.

Chapter 13: The Fantabulous Rap Extravaganza Part I

Caesar smirked as he entered the circle and rubbed his hands together. Luckily Hiro always carried his equipment in his car everywhere he went. The Asian placed his hands on the 'Wheels of Steel' and started an instrumental. The sounds of 'Outta Control Remix' by 50 Cent filled the air.

A/N: I pick that beat because it's simple and that's probably the only beat I could ever come close to flowin' too…LOL.

Before Caesar started dropping bombs atomically, he noticed something was missing. That's when on cue Huey tossed his a microphone. Caesar caught it with one hand and tapped it to see if it was on. It was on indeed and it was time for him to shine.

"Yo…" Caesar grinned into the mic. "Check it…check it."

"My name is Caesar and I'm from da docks,
My flow is contagious like chicken pox!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

"Ayo, what does this West cat, think he's doin?
What kind of Cali tobacco is he chewin?
And Chad is the rainbow, you can call him Skittles,
Grandma use to always tell him to eat those vittles, (another word for food)
I'm da Woodcrest Butcher, cuz I slices it right,
Or possibly 'The Boogie Man' cuz I leave yall tremblin' infreight,
Joey claims to have tech nines and gats,
But his name is Joseph, how gangster is that?
Enough about him let's talk about Chad,
He portrays the white man that even makes Carlton sad,
But I give him props, he's gotsa dooough,
The man has a female, but she's a…"

Caesar then extended his mic out to the crowd.

"HOOOOOOOOOO!" the crowd yelled into the mic.

"Saddle up, I'm the rhinestone cowboy,
Or maybe a lyrical machine set to destroy!" Caesar then dropped the mic and casually walked out of the circle.

The Brooklyn native took a couple of bows as he received massive amounts of applauds from the crowd. The black prep then took his spot in the limelight and closed his eyes. He heard some people, even his own clique laughing at him. He didn't care though, he swallowed the spit building up in his mouth and picked up the abandoned microphone.

"Yea…yea…yea." Chad started.

"Look you can diss me and call me white,
But insulting the teacher just isn't right,
Coz I got money falling out of the pocket,
Remember how I bust your friends with the bottle rocket?
While your having relationships with your whore,
Probably had her down on all fours"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

"I think I need to show her a new trick,
Might as well show her who has the bigger stick,"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

"And to that guy over here, could you be any stupider?
That fitted hat is too big, you can rest it on Jupiter!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

"Yes that's right this prep can spit!
And can still keep it proper, like a brit!
Now that I have crushed your hopes and dreams
Ya'll two can run back to your girls with the vaginal creams
While I count my beautiful greenbacks
And wack ass niggas like ya'll count your baby paper stacks…"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

The crowd went hysterical as none of them expected Chad to comeTHAT hard. He threw a couple of thousand of dollars at the crowd. The once organized rap battle, now was becoming a nigga moment as all the teenagers were trying to get the money. By any means necessary. Huey sighed and looked over to Caesar who seemed to be overly shocked.

"Niggas." Huey shook his head in shame.

"I know…and goddamn I didn't think Chad could rip it like that." Caesar cracked his cold knuckles. "I'll have to come harder in Round Two!"

The crowd was still having a battle royale for the cash until a voice from the distance cleared his throat. Still no response and the student body continued to fight for the greenbacks. The voice cleared his throat a little louder. Still nothing. Having enough of not being listened to, the voice then pulled out a Mini-Uzi and shot a couple bullets into the air. Everyone instantly stopped what they was doing and stared at the man holding the light machine gun. It was no other than Joey.

"Ok enough! Enough!" he smirked as he finally got their attention and pulled the concealed weapon back. He then lowered the brim of his hat down so his eyes were covered.

"I come on the track like a beast
It's all about the west, so fuck the East
I makes bread, while you lames make yeast
Looks like it's time for me to have a feast
You guys are so sweet and humble
Way too soft to join this rap rumble
Chad you say my hat is too big? So I'm stupid…
Ha! I'll shoot ya in da ass like I was Cupid
You might have all of the world's riches
doesn't stop my flow to squish you like knishes
Caesar? Ain't that the cat with the dreads?
Oh, musta got his lyrics ghostwritten by K-Fed"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!

"This fool must be crazy cuz he jumped the fence
My words are grindin' him like meat that's mince
So to end this feast, I serve you guys up like sweet potato pie..."

Joey then took out a box of Kleenex and tossed it into the center of the circle.

"Here's a tissue so ya'll can now go and cry!"

OH HO HO HO!

Joey then tossed the mic to the MC. Huey caught it and took spot back in the center.

"Ok you all heard them. That was the first round, now our judges are going to rate them. Judges?" Huey then handed the mic to Latrelle.

Who will take the lead in the first round of three in The Fantabulous Rap Extravaganza? Find out in Chapter 14: The Fantabulous Rap Extravaganza Part II!

A/N: Alright so it's all up to you guys who wins Round 1. It'll work like this…whoever gets 3 votes first wins. Then whoever gets the second most votes comes in second, whoever gets the least or no votes comes in last apparently. There are still two more rounds and then the gang is finally off to NY. That's when the unexpected is going to happen and that's when this story gets serious. Any who read, review and submit a vote please! BOONDOCKS FANFICTION UP ALL DAY...

T. MIKE