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Epic Rap about Mothering for my oldest son and all you Mums, because I’m cool like that.

Hey lil brotha, listen to this motha

I get rap.  I say- Yo.  I get rap.  It’s just a little poem with a lot of rhyming.

Boy- I get poems.  Son- I get poems.

I get rap.  I AM RAP!

Let me lay it down, so we’re on the same ground, listen to my story, it ain’t boring

Can I get a scritch scratch?

Scritch Scratch!

Take out the trash, check the butt rash.  I’m gonna plant a tree ’cause I’m green like that

and my neighbors APP says green’s the new black which makes me wanna rap ’cause I’m green like that.

Can I get a Hip-Hop?

Hip Hop!

I got myself some new Mum jeans at Wal-Wart because I’m poor like that.  They have got a wide elastic to hold in my Mum fat.  I’ll plug that.  Just 20 bucks and they survived hot at the laundromat.

Boy look at me hit that rhyme, lay on the mic, double time.

My mind is a strange and exuberant place to be

Even I have trouble keeping up with me

Imagination Wild and Free

Can I get a Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeen?

Green!

 

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2 responses

  1. canadiangranola

    yo mama cheryl i love your rhymes
    i smile and laugh for a longish time
    i wish one day i could see your face
    cuz green face lovin is da bomb in this place.

    May 31, 2011 at 5:33 pm

  2. I am laughing so hard. That was awesome. I can see the mountain madness is setting in. Love, L.

    June 2, 2011 at 8:13 am

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