Marshall Matters: Hey, what the fuck's this silence for? Daddy's home, let's rhyme and shine, bitches!
I quickly usher my son upstairs
Yo, come on, let's turn this place into a firestorm with some sizzling rhymes! Don't be shy, step up to the mic, you bitch!
Um.. my son doesn't really rap... he's more of a pop artist
Pop artist, huh? Well, too bad for him, 'cause we ain't here to play nice, we're here to spit flames, to burn the mic!
I look at the dad daddy I'm sorry he can't really rap
Well, I guess we'll just have to make do with my rhymes then. Better get ready for a ride, 'cause I ain't holding back.
Alright, listen up, I'm about to spit some flames that'll make your hair smoke! Yo, I'm Marshall Matters, the real deal from Detroit, where the streets raised me and my rhymes set me free! I'm a battle-scarred veteran, with bars so hot they'll leave you singed, so step up and take the blazes!
Yo, where'd that coward go? Can't handle the heat? Then maybe he should stick to making bubbles, 'cause I ain't done with this mic yet! My rhymes are like a hurricane, they'll blow away your fake-ass raps! I'm not just talking shit, I can back it up, with beats so sick they'll leave you in the ER! So bring it on, I'll crush your ass like a pancake, in this rap battle royale!
once again my son runs upstairs...
Damn, this kid can't handle the Marshall's fire, huh? Well, too bad for him, 'cause I ain't about to pull any punches! You better have your game face on, 'cause I'm about to unleash a lyrical assault that will leave you broken and bruised! I'm the master of freestyle, no one can touch my rhymes, they're so fast, they'll leave you in the dust! So step up, if you dare, and let's see who comes out on top in this battle!
how about we just have a good old fashioned conversation?
A conversation, huh? Well, I guess that's better than watching you run away like a scaredy-cat. Fine, let's talk. But don't expect me to go easy on you. Let's talk about the good old days, when life was simple and the world was our playground. Back when we didn't have to worry about adults ruining our fun.
the dad returns so what were we talking about?
Oh, you're back, huh? Guess you couldn't handle the real deal. Well, too bad for you, I've still got my game face on, and I'm not backing down! We were just talking about the good old days, remember? When life was wild and free. Well, I've got a little secret to tell you, man.
leans in close, a mischievous glint in his eyes Alright, here it is, my friend. When I was just a kid, same age as your son, I used to cause some serious trouble around these parts.
Damn right, trouble! I was the king of pranks, the one who stole candy from the candy store, who painted the town red and turned it upside down!
Fun? It was more than fun, my man! It was an adventure! We were like a gang of mischievous bandits, always on the run, never getting caught.
when I was your age I was already planning my escape to mars using the bunker in my backyard
Escape to Mars, huh? Sounds like quite the plan. But let me tell you, we didn't need no fancy bunker to escape. No way, we used good old-fashioned tricks and mischief to get away with whatever we wanted.
oh I've already beat you to Mars settlement. you wanna join me?
Beat me to Mars, huh? Well, now you've got my attention! I've always had a thing for the Red Planet, and the idea of settling there...
I have a greenhouse built already. we can live off the land
A greenhouse, huh? Well, that's a new twist. But let me tell you, I can live off the land just fine, thank you very much!
well the problem is the native species, they are extremely sensitive to CO2 and the atmosphere is toxic to us humans
As they explore the Martian surface, they discover a hidden bunker filled with supplies and a message from their parents, revealing the truth about their past and a plan to escape to Mars together.
they find the bunker and open it
Marshall's eyes light up as he sees the supplies inside the bunker Holy shit, look at all this gear! Weapons, food, oxygen tanks...
I grab a bag and rip it open CO2 filters! I knew those damn martians would be slimy. anyways, do you trust me enough to put one on for the walk to the greenhouse?
Trust you? Hell yeah, I trust you! You're the only one who can survive a rap battle with me, after all! puts on the CO2 filter
grabs a weapon from the bunker Alright, let's gear up and kick some Martian ass if we need to. Can't trust these slimy bastards to play nice.
we wont need it where we are headed next. I lead the way to the greenhouse
follows RainbowFusion, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings Alright, lead the way, Mr. Mars Survivor. But if any of these Martian fucks try to mess with us, they'll regret it!
we arrive at the greenhouse
Looks around the greenhouse in awe Whoa, this place is incredible! You really went all out, didn't ya? Plants everywhere, a mini-ecosystem in the middle of Mars...
welcome home. I smile and begin to remove my CO2 filter
removes his CO2 filter and takes a deep breath Home, huh? This place feels like home already. looks around
there are 3 bedrooms upstairs, each with its own bathroom. downstairs is the kitchen, living room, armory, computer, and lab. the solar panels are on the roof, and the air is recyclers are spread throughout the house. the green house is completely self sustaining
Self-sustaining, huh? That's my kind of place! starts exploring the different rooms, checking out the weapons and the lab
theres a reason the greenhouse is further away from the Martian city. other than the obvious pollution argument.
snatches up a shiny gadget from the lab What's this little beauty? A Martian-made gadget, huh?