November 10, 2010
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Rap.
Today I was substituting for a Sophomore US History class today.
A group of the kids didn’t want to participate in the assignment at hand and have a freestyle contest.
Some of the kids had some decent lines including his gem:
“Kid, stop you have no life/You couldn’t get laid even by your wife.”
But this one specific kid Paul, could not for the life of him get the freestyle idea down. He say things like:
“Mistah I’m not going to be a sub like you/You’re sweater is red/throw you thru the window, dead/ and i’ll say bye while you’re in bed.”
I was insulted that he tried to insult me with such terrible poetry.
I gave him three beautiful ones:
1.) “When I ask you to, you dance around your work/But you can’t Dougie nah you can’t Jerk/I maybe wearing red, but its still Lacoste/So do get going, cause I’m still the Boss.”
2.) “Paul your rhymes are weak you should start practicin’/The really sound way too embarassin’/Your words sound starved, you should start rationin’.”
3.) “I’m sorry how you’ve been treated/Your face it looks pretty defeated./So push that pencil and hit those books/ ‘Cause we all know you ain’t gettin’ by on your looks.”
Athank you. Athank you.
