Just thinking about
these rap artists and their names;
what was their
inspiration, what were they thinking?
It’s a part of their
identity, part of their fame;
I think I’ll write
something so funny it’ll have me aching.
After a hard day’s
work I come home and sit in my Eazy-E;
I think I want a cool
drink, uh, maybe some Ice-T.
I want it nice and
cold, could you add a large Ice Cube
while I sit down to
relax and watch the tube?
Well my tea isn’t
sweet enough of that I’m sure;
could you be a
sweetie honey and add Tupac Shakur?
My faithful companion
by my side resting like a log;
I show him my
approval by petting my little Snoop Dog.
All I can say is;
this is the life.
The weekends are the
only days to my wife that matter
so I can cut the
grass and repair things with my M C Hammer.
Man, all this work
she’s got me doing is just Ludacris;
I think I’ll call my
buddies to help me out
because it’s the
football game I don’t want to miss.
Another weekend come
and gone
through with doing
this and that;
tomorrow I go back to
work again,
no more nagging from
my spoiled little wife Da Brat.
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