Recently, my little cousin Sidney busted a rhyme on my bottom. This is my reply:
The bar’s been raised
The challenge been set
Now I gotta step it on up
Gotta be the best yet
Gotta serve it up to Siddy
And his Melbourne style
Rappin’ ‘bout his ladies
All round the dial
Well he is packing nuthin’
But his toddler tits
While I’m running circles
With my rhyming wits
I ain’t down with bragging
But I’ve got the sweet hair
And I can walk a bit
When I’m pushing a chair
I’ve got a set of pearlies
Leave you wanting more
And I love to say ‘yeah baby!’
When I’m on the floor
I’ve got a way with the girls
When I’m playing hard to get
They’re all falling for my charms
While I’m grabbing on their – HO!
So Siddy when you’re sittin’
Wondering what to do
You can ponder my last line –
We all know who has the best BBQ
Word!
Yeah, as you can see, I celebrated a bit too much after serving Sid.
Never again, Todd McKenney, never again.
Cheers
Harper
1 comment:
yo cousi bro,
Where's all da love?
I thought we were fighting the same battle? This sounds like the begining of a turf war. Bigger than the state of origin, bigger than Tamsen verses Jana, bigger than Hawks verses Essendon 'mid eighties style'. Just remember some of us are not influenced by nursery rhyms but the real thing, just to name a few
dizzy rascal
fiddy cent
the hoods
lupe' fasco
S-iddy
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