Terror Firsthand #19: Whole Lot of Dissing

 ©Terror Firsthand is a fictional short story blog series that was created in 2024. It is for entertainment purposes only, and I wrote it from the top of my head. Photos are reenactments and dramatization. The following story is for mature audiences only. Please, do not try any thing dangerous at home. 

Warning: extreme terror

Terror Firsthand: Whole Lot of Dissing 

At carnival festival in BirmingFam 

I had to isolate myself in order to get the third album started. I cannot write music around serial predators and deadly haters. Life doesn't work that way. I stayed in the cabin at Golden Tree. No one bothered me, and I felt safe. One day while I was in the cabin, a flood warning weather alert came to my phone. I was forced to evacuate the premises and move to a higher ground. The cabin was right by the water so I packed my things and drove as far away as I could. I ended up in Alabama- another place I've never been to. 

When I first got to Alabama, I went to a carnival festival. There was lots of people there and I won a teddy bear and a huge balloon sculpture. It was cool. I took it back to the Golden Tree where I was staying and sat in there. I grew tired of working on my album and needed a break. I decided to post a listening party event on a website called EventSite.com. It costed me a hundred dollars just to post the event. I made flyers and posted them all over the city of BirmingFam, AL. I went back to the same carnival festival and handed out more flyers to the listening party. The listening party was scheduled for 14 days away. The tickets were only  $20. 

Two weeks passed and no one brought a ticket. I vomited in the toilet like I do every day. I wasted money on the ad, the flyers, and that wack ass festival that I paid to get into. No one liked me. They thought I was was a thief, a retarded person, a rat, and a Oya Negra Capone wannabe. Yuck! They thought that lowly of me! They all stunk like fish and I didn't get anywhere. My phone was dry, and no nobody from my past tried to contact me, which was good. I wanted all those niggas to go away anyway. They were like a disease. 

I cut the TV on and saw the members of Mevin Died Heaven during an interview for a famous podcast called 'Rappers On Point'.  

"Who is y'all favorite female rapper?" Said the host named Geechi Beechi. 

"Oya Negra Capone. We gotta give a shout out to the one and only. Rest in Peace Baby Girl. We will never forget you." Said Mevin, the leader of the group.

They all made the cross your heart to die symbol across their hearts and blew a kiss to the sky. They looked fake as hell. 

"Them niggas irritating!" I said to the TV screen.

There were six members of Mevin Died Heaven, or MDH for short. Mevin, Kevin, Devin, Levin, Nevin, and Tevin were their names. All of them were from Virginia.

I hated looking at Virginia niggas on TV, but I wanted to learn more about them because they all hated me.

Members of Mevin Died Heaven at Rappers On Point podcast 

"If y'all could date one female rapper that's hot right now who would it be?" Asked Geechi Beechi.

"Bacardi T." Said Mevin.

"Bad Girl Brianna." Said Kevin.

"Flowrilla." Said Devin.

"Sexy Bluuee." Said Levin.

"Blue China." Said Nevin.

"Chinese City." Said Tevin. 

"Oh I like y'all answers. Those are some hot girls right there." Said Geechi Beechi. 

All them Mevin Died Heaven niggas sounded lame. Everytime I cut the TV on, I never heard anyone shouting me out. I hated Virginia, and every nigga in it. It stinks coming from a filthy place where no one cares about you or recognizes you. It's like living in a f*cking trashcan. It's dirty as hell. I'm supposed to be rich. 

"Man them niggas lame as a b*tch! I hope they all die like their name stand for." They was making my stomach turn.

"What about Oya Obinidodo? Do any of y'all niggas f*ck with her?" Asked Geechi Beechi.

Whew! Finally. Someone knew I existed. 

"Hell Nah!" They all said in unison.

"Man don't nobody round here like that dirty f*cking tard bro." Said Mevin. 

"Hell nah cuh that bi*ch done cuh!" Said Tevin.

"Oya Obinidodo is not welcome in VA. She is not good round here cuz. She is not allowed at all blood!" Said Kevin.

"Don't nobody want that bro." Said Nevin.

"She can't come round here bruh!" Said Mevin again. 

"Nigga next question!" Said Levin.

Them f*ggots was straight dissing me on TV. How mean. I ran to the bathroom to vomit some more. I walked back in the room and them niggas, who was sitting real close to each other on the screen, was still answering questions. 

"So what's the music scene like in VA? Everybody like y'all huh?" Asked Geechi Beechi. "What can you guys give to the newer artist coming out? What advice can you give?" 

"The music scene is popping. Ya dig? Everybody liking our vibe fam. And the best advice I can give the newer artist is to stay away from people like Oya Obinidada or whatever the f*ck her name is." Said Mevin.

"Do not give Oya Obinidoda, Obinidodi, or whatever y'all phone number and do not call her phone for any reason and do not speak to that motherf*cker under any circumstances ya dig or message that lame on social media. Ya dig?" Mevin continued. 

"And y'all bedda not give that nasty h*e y'all hard earned money! Ya smell me? Don't give her a penny fam! She aint nothing but a busted fan of us!" Said Levin. 

Three members of Mevin Died Heaven and host Geechi Beechi (far right) at 'Rappers On Point' podcast

Now they were flat out lying. I was no way in hell a fan of no Mevin Died Heaven. I don't even know one Mevin Died Heaven song. I got tired of hearing their yucky voices and seeing their love for those other people. Them close knit ass niggas were some weirdos. It was sickening seeing them sell out shows. 

"Yeah stay away from lames like her!" Said Devin. I cut the TV off. I laid down on the bed, and went to sleep.

After I woke up, I was still mad.

"Who them niggas think they are!? I hope them funky niggas die yo! I hope they end up on a list of VA niggas that got killed this year! Fuck Mevin Died Heaven and everything they stand for!" I said, while writing down the lyrics to a new song. 

"Man them niggas p*ssy! They all on TV dissing a girl that's by they self! Why the f*ck they couldn't diss somebody else?!" I said, while writing down the hook to the new track.

There was a new instrumental playing in the background. I had brought the instrumental from some guy named SupaMario. At least I was all the way in Alabama, not Virginia. At least I didn't have to witness the terror first hand. I was so scared. I didn't want to drive back over there. Mevin Died Heaven hated my f*cking guts and I didn't know what they would do to me if they spotted me. I was hoping they wouldn't catch me slipping. 

I didn't have any protection to save my life! I still had to protect myself! Just like all the other times! I looked online and saw that Mevin Died Heaven had posted a listening party in VA on the same event site. I immediately deleted my post. I knew theirs would sell out and not mine, even though I was all the way in another state. I knew no one in Alabama either. I eventually sent Rappers On Point a message online. I wanted to get on an interview and defend myself, but I didn't get a reply. 

I cut the TV back on and started watching the Rappers On Point podcast again. This time, Rayquan Earth was on there. 

"So did you kill Zyquan Universe, because multiple sources say you did?" Asked Geechi Beechi. 

I began hating his name. I decided to just call him GB. 

"No I did not kill that f*cking nigga bro." Said Rayquan Earth.

"How do you live with yourself knowing people see you that way?" Asked GB, the host.

"I just take it one day at a time bro. I just take it one day at a time." Said Rayquan Earth. "I hope them people get all the justice they need but I did not do it bruh." 

I fixed some popcorn and sprinkled seasoning salt on them. The Rayquan Earth interview had just went off. I only saw the tail end of it. After his episode went off, Po Block came on. I started munching on the popcorn like I was at a movie theater. 

"Yo why are all of my opps on TV?" I asked myself out loud, feeling embarrassed to the point of no return. 

"Hi Po Block, welcome to the show." Said GB.

"Thanks for having me." Said Po Block. Then GB poured him a glass of champagne and they made a toast.

"To good times." They both said. 

"Man get to the f*cking point." I said to the screen! 

Po Block wasn't one person. Po Block was a whole gang. There were so many people in it, they all called themselves Po Block. There were hundreds of them, but there was one Po Block member on this episode of Rappers On Point.

"We did not kill King Quan!" Said Po Block. "King Quan killed us!"

"Now how the f*ck did King Quan kill them and they're still alive, but King Quan is dead?" I asked myself. I listen for an answer, but there wasn't one. 

"We didn't do it!" They yelled through one voice. 

I cut the TV off. I decided that I would never watch Rappers On Point again. I couldn't understand them anymore. The questions they ask those rappers began to seem so stupid to me. They wouldn't even let me get on there and vouch for myself when Mevin Died Heaven carried me. 

Then they had Po Block on there referring to Zyquan Universe as "King Quan". No one knew exactly who took that man life for sure, on that fateful day, and no ever will. What's the purpose of watching it? What do you do when life treats you like nothing huh? 

Two more weeks passed, and I was still in the cabin. It must've been a miracle. I was only supposed to stay for 7 days. Anyways, I received a random email from Rappers On Point asking me to come in for an interview.

"Bout time." I said out loud.

I left the cabin in Alabama and went to the interview in Louisiana a few days later. Soon I walked up to the door Mevin was standing there.

"Who told you you could come up here and speak out against us!?" He asked. He was a real jerk. 

The rest of the members walked up to the door. They all circled me and I was in the middle.

"What the f*ck are y'all doing?" I asked. "GB told me I could come up here!" 

"Sure he said that. But you still have to go through us. Now you bout to get jumped by all six of us!" Mevin said. 

Mevin started slapping me and punching me. 

"You bout to be a member of Mevin Died Heaven today!" He yelled.

"Stop! I don't wanna join Mevin Died Heaven! I just want to talk to GB!" I screamed. 

The rest of the members started punching me and kicking me.

"Don't kill the b*tch." Said Mevin. "She about to be a member." 

They punched me for 2 more minutes and then I was bleeding. My eye was busted and my lip was swollen. Mevin handed me a black bandana and told me to put it on. I threw it back at him.

"Nigga I'm not joining Mevin Died Heaven!" I said.

"Go ahead and use the mic now!" Said Mevin, with a evil sinister smile on his face. He knew damn well I did not want to go on live with a black eye and swollen face. 

"Nigga f*ck you!" I screamed. That's when Mevin's wife walked up to the door and grabbed him by the hand. 

"You ready baby?" She asked him. 

"Yeah I'm ready boo." He said, and walked right past me and into the studio. 

The rest of the members walked in after him. There was no way I was going to claim that gang. I got up and walked away and went back to the cabin in Alabama. I wore a ski mask until my face healed. I didn't bother trying to get stitches at the hospital. I just let the wounds heal naturally. I felt stupid for going to the Rappers On Point studio in the first place. I wasn't about to go on camera and snitch on them. I just let it go. I got beat up for nothing.