Sometimes I wonder
If deaf people have to censor rap videos
Because someone accidentally curses in sign language.
Tag Archives: Rap
Songs of the American South
Black Lyrics
Sometimes I ponder
That yonder fonder rapper,
That slapper of the fapper
Who use the public crapper
Just writes, night after nights,
Under fluorescent lights
Whatever rhymes, even if that means
He writes more wrongs than rights
‘Cause the whites, they delight
In da light skin they got,
They ain’t thought how we fought
‘Cause our families were caught
And sold in days of old for a handful of gold.
Dig it?
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White Lyrics
Hey baby, I’m thinkin’
That since we’ve been drinkin’
And we got us a truck
Let’s roll up a joint
And drive to make-out point
And shoot us a deer or a duck!
Why I Don’t Rap
My glass chicken
Laid a Faberge egg.
Last night you laid your hand.
My cow produces
Golden milk.
My bull excretes your band.
Filed under Poems
A Review of “Moby Dick,” by T Pain
Let me tell you a story
All about how
My boat got capsized
Upside down.
Was this big f’n whale
Cooked up in a meth lab.
He’s white as a cracker
Like my brotha’, Ahab.
Now my bro chased the whale
Through like 800 pages
Cross a buttload o’ seas
And all through the ages.
So if you’re a reader
You know shit just got real
When you turn to page one:
“Call me Ishmael.”
Filed under Poems
Steal From The Naughty, Give To His Homies
If Santa were a rapper,
He’d also be a pirate.
Here’s the evidence for how I know:
Rappers greet each other
By saying “yo” most often,
So rapper/pirate Santa’d say “yo ho ho!”
Filed under Poems
