My mother & I are extremely close, we talk about everything! Some would say that it's unhealthy but it works for us. We must have run out of things to talk about because our last conversation was about the worst whooping she gave me.
That whooping was so bad I still remember it till this day and apparently she does too (you know it's bad if she remembers)
Y'all remember Lil' Kim first album, Big Momma Thang. (For the purpose of the story I have to highlight that specific album and Who Lil' Kim was when she first popped on the scene
Imagine my 12 year old self-winding my hips rapping into the mirror:
“I used to be scared of the d**k , now I throw lips to the shit. Handle it like a real b***h “
I’m not sure if I even understood what I was saying but my mom understood perfectly and for that the unleashed a world of hurt on me.
What made this whooping so bad is that she kept saying "Say it again, Say it again"! Of course I was not going to repeat the very words that got me in my current situation. Finally after what seemed like I was reaching my pain threshold she tells me that she's not going to stop until I repeat the words (what?????) So I did the only thing I could do, I repeat the words, between sobs and snot coming out my nose “I used to be scared of the d**k now I throw lips to the shit Handle it like a real b***h. I knew in that moment that she was just getting started!
Till this day every time that song comes up I get flashback.