A/N: Did you people really think I would leave you with such a lame-ass ending? I couldn't. I wouldn't. My love for you guys is too strong! Thank you again, for making this story/segment/rap/project/thing such a huge success! I love you all more than I can say! So...in gratitude, go ahead and blast "Just Lose It" from my main man, Eminem, and enjoy this final (seriously) segment at my expense!


The Character's Death slowly struts onto the stage, oozing swagger and gangmo cool as the lights dim and a spotlight shines down…music filling the area.

Down, down, down.

Down down, down.

Down, down, down.

Down!

Okay (okay, okay)

The Character's Death bobs her head to the music, thug mentality pouring off her as she raises her hands to the crowd, moving them to the music.

Guess who's back? (back, back)
Back again (gain, gain)
Shady's back (back, back)
Tell a friend (friend, friend)
Whaaaaaaaa

Her movements come smooth and lithe as her feet slide her across the stage.

Now everyone report to the dance floor
To the dance floor, to the dance floor
Now everyone report to the dance floor

Stretching her arm out with her palm facing the crowd in a gesture of halt, a smirk graces her lips as she does a little shimmy with her hips in time with the next line.

Alright Stop!...Pajama time

Come here little kiddies, On my lap

The Character's Death waggles her eyebrows at the crowd, a grin on her face as she searches the audience for takers.

Guess who's back with a brand new rap?
And I don't mean rap as in a new case of child molestation accusay
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
No worries, papa's got a brand new bag of toys
What else could I possibly do to make noise?
I done touched on everything, but little boys

A coy smile graces The Character's Death's lips as she covers her mouth, winking at the crowd as she continues to dance.

That's not a stab at Michael
That's just a metaphor, I'm just psycho
I go a little bit crazy sometimes
I get a little bit out of control with my rhymes

Hitting the deck The Character's Death goes to the floor in a fluid slide, her movements coming agile and graceful.

Good God, dip, do a little slide
Bend down, touch your toes and just glide
Up the center of the dance floor

The Character's Death pops up from the floor, continuing to move and rock her body to the music.

Like TP for my bunghole
And it's cool if you let one go
Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it?
Give a little "poot poot", it's Okay!

Pausing from the dance to throw a look of utter horror and dismay at the crowd as a fart sound effect comes over the music, a deep blush of embarrassment crosses The Character's Death's pale cheeks before she continued to get her groove on…albeit a little more awkwardly than before.

Oops my CD just skipped
And everyone just heard you let one rip

The Character's Death moves to the music, her body coming in graceful waves as her feet carry her around the stage.

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass

Moving her backend in small, feminine circles, The Character's Death gives a cheeky grin to the crowd.

Oops I mean girl,
Girl, girl, girl,

The Character's Death winks and blows kisses to her fanfiction lady crushes, her biggest supporters. You know who you are.

Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

Steps come graceful as The Character's Death struts the stage, dancing for the crowd of spectators.

Well, it's Friday and it's my day
Just to party all the way to Sunday
Maybe 'til Monday, I dunno what day
Everyday's just a holiday

Her arms move in delicate waves as she continues to dance, her feet carrying the beat.

Crusin' on the freeway
Feelin' kinda breezy
Got the top down, lettin' my hair blow
I dunno where I'm goin'
All I know is when I get there
Someone's gonna touch my body

Bumping to the beat, The Character's Death continues to dance around the stage to the music.

Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk
But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work
Could you punch me in the stomach and pull my hair?
Spit on me, maybe gouge my eyes out? (Yeah)
Now, what's your name girl?
What's your sign?
"Man, you must be up out your mind"
DRE! (AH-AH)
Beer Goggles! Blind!
I'm just tryna unwind now I'm

Her body moves in waves as the music continues to pour from the stage into the surrounding area.

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass

The Character's Death whips her backend to the crowd as her hips swing and shake to the music.

Oops I mean girl,
Girl, girl, girl,
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

Her fancy footwork takes The Character's Death across the stage as she continues to rock to the music.

It's Tuesday and I'm locked up
I'm in jail and I don't know what happened
They say I was running butt naked
Down the street screaming
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Well I'm sorry, I don't remember
All I know is this much
I'm not guilty
They said, "Save it, boy we gotcha you on tape
yellin' at an old lady to 'Touch my body!'"

The Character's Death pauses in mid stride, throwing a gang pose, her expression dropping serious and thug as the music comes low.

Now this is the part where the rap breaks down
It gets real intense, no one makes a sound
Everything looks like it's 8 Mile now
The beat comes back and everybody lose themselves

Picking up the dance, The Character's Death rocks her shoulders and hips to the music, her body keeping rhythm with the dope beat.

Snap back to reality
Look it's !
Yo you signed me up to battle!?

The Character's Death throws out a dubious expression to those who have challenged her in the angst arena…and lost. You, too, know exactly who you are.

I'm a grown man!
Chubba chubba chubba chubba chubba chubbie
I don't have any lines to go right here so, chubba teletubbie!

The Character's Death drops her gaze to the dance floor, busting a dramatic disco move, pointing left.

Fella's (WHAT?!)

The Character's Death busts an equally dope disco move, pointing right.

Fella's (WHAT?!)

Grab you left nut, make your right one jealous (what?)

Looking completely and thoroughly confused, The Character's Death scratches her head for a moment before giving a thug shrug, brushing her shoulders off and continuing to dance, her body rocking in waves.

Black girls
White girls
Skinny girls
Fat girls
Tall girls
Small girls
I'm callin' all girls

Everyone report to the dance floor
It's your chance for a little romance or

The Character's Death purses her lips into a sultry kiss to the crowd before throwing out another wink.

Butt squeezin' it's the season
Just go (AH-AH-AH-AH)
It's so appeasin'

Rocking her body across the stage, The Character's Death gracefully glides to the music.

Now I'm gonna make you dance
It's your chance
Yeah boy shake that ass
Oops I mean girl,
Girl, girl, girl,
Girl you know you're my world
Alright now lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Just lose it
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Go crazy
(AH-AH-AH-AH-AH)
Oh baby
(AH-AH)
Oh baby, baby
(AH-AH)

Two stepping to the beat, The Character's Death goes all out thuggishly swiping her nose and rocking to the music in appreciation for the love and support of her readers.

UmMmMmm touch my body
UmMmMmm touch my body
Ooh boy just touch my body
I mean girl just touch my body (body, body)

The Character's Death struts off the stage, shaking her bootelichiously white backend to the crowd in thanks as the music dies down and the room once again becomes silent.