First of all, being "gangsta" is not as easy or as fun as it looks. I guess there's a reason we were born in Utah County. Also, caucasian.
We are making a satirical movie about Rap for english. So we wore baggy clothes, chains, and walked with swagga for about four hours. It was fun at first. But, by the end of the day, we all wanted to rip our grills off. And each other's heads. Music became more of a nuisance than ever before; I wanted to scrape my polluted brain out of my skull, like carving a pumpkin. I think I'm going to listen to classical music and Taylor Swift for the rest of my days.
"What would you do if I keyed your car?"
"I'd key your face."
"At least I got to rip my pants off today."
"Uh, is that a comb attached to your swimsuit?"
"I am really... gangstered out."
Lesson learned number 2: there is no graffiti in this town. Actually, in the county. We drove from AF to Provo looking for one square yard of graffiti to rap in front of, but it was all for naught. Where are all the taggers these days!?
This is going to be my first and last rap video. Also, the last time I write my name with money signs.