Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Oh. Great.

Zzzzzzz
Ew-eh
one eye opens
Ew-eh
Then the other eye, consciousness slowly coming to me
Ew-eh, ew-eh
Whats that noise?
Ew-eh, ew-eh, ew-eh
Its not from here, it seems to be coming from...
EW-EH 'uh'
...my parents room.
Oh. Great.
Ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh ew-eh.

What is one supposed to do when you hear the ominous creaks from across the hall? Cos you cant stay awake, listening to that, and there aren't enough pillows in the world to smother your ears against that sound, to drown out that creaking bedspring that makes every child wish for the love of god that they didn't have an imagination. That they couldn't see, every time they closed their eyes, That. But to turn the music on and up, to let them know that you know, thats even worse, would make breakfast more awkward, each cringing 'ew-eh' more drawn out and hideous. God how I envy orphans.

Below, I have posted everything I feel is wrong with the world. And ask, why?

When the pimp's in the crib ma
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
Drop it like it's hot
When the pigs try to get at ya
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
Park it like it's hot
And if a nigga get a attitude
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
Pop it like it's hot
I got the rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon
And I roll the best weed cause I got it going on

And people like this? These people are clearly morons. " I specialize in making all the girls get naked" Do you really Snoop Dawg, do you really? Is because you are are able to spell out your own name in verse, or is it because you can rhyme 'dizzle' with 'pizzle' and 'shizzle'?
Or, alternatively, are you full of crock?

No comments:

Post a Comment