
And don't you forget it.
The voice of suburban distraction since May 2007
I swear to god, hip-hop used to mean something. It really was urban poetry, and some artists still uphold that standard. But the Shop Boyz aspire to golf with a family whose patriarch has single-handedly ingested more drugs than the rest of the human population. Nothing screams "street cred" quite like golf. Or the Osbournes. Or golfing wit da Osbournes. Me thinks the double whiteness cancels itself out.
as soon as i came out the womb
my momma knew a star was born
now i'm on the golf course
trippin' wit da Osbournes
i do it like i do itTo be totally honest, the sheer...nonsense of this nakes me want to kick a puppy. And I like puppies.
cuz you know them hoes be tryin us
hoe don't you know i fuck wit fine dimes
that look like Pa-me-la
they fine and they hot breath
when i'm in the spot bruh......
I PARTY LIKE UH ROCKSTAR
whoop, whoop
me and my band, man
on the yacht with Marilyn Manson
gettin a tan man
white bitches wanna marry meThe first time I read that line, I chuckled a little. I read it again - and it dawned on me. That's the last rhyme. Not the last line of the song, not the last line on an album or an artist's career - the last line hip-hop can produce. It is perhaps the most ridiculous line I've heard in a song in at least forty-two years or so. The sheer absurdity of it...wow. That said, it shows more creativity than almost any of the songs that have hit #1 in the states. Sad.
they see me they just might panic
my ice make em go down quick
like the Titanic,
Whatsoever hath no fins nor scales in the waters, that shall be an abomination unto you.
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