Bebe last night told me not to rhyme. which inspired me to rhyme. and then i wrote a poem. she wants me to post it on tumblr so here it is. i will not post this on facebook because it is embarassing.
imma be imma be imma be a G! WHAT!
samiraaa the G is my namee
and spitting out rhymes is ma gamee
when im sitting here alone and bored i go moo
then i realize that i have to go poo
i jump out of yo closet and shout BOO!
i dont like fat pigs
because they go jiga wig
they hold their hands and go puff
trying act all cool and tough
you know what FOO you gonna be takin away in handcuffs
i saw a big fat rat
it was chased by a cat
they ran in circles and sang rat-a-tat-tat
i cough and hack and sneeze and be sick
but i’m just glad that i don’t have a dick!
boys are stupid boys are lame
always looking for some chick to blame
but imma tell ‘em TOO BAD you aint ma type
boy you ain’t even worth the freaking hype
i hope you choke on that smoke
and mess up your pretty cloak
you look at me and act all coy
but guess what you just a toy
and then i was scared cuz i saw a mouse
it ran around and around in my house!
i wanted to ask lara for her cat
so that it would hiss and go rat-a-tat-tat
the snake eats some pancakes
and i realize its just a shake and bake mistake!
i heard you got some beef
dont let it become grief
i dont like bees on a trapeze
but i do like monkeys!
WHEE!
the end.No i do not know what i was on last night, i know you were going to ask me that.
jiga wig? and where did the snake come from? and beef? and bees on trapezes? and i like how u went back to the mouse/rat thing after talking abt boys.. u sort of scare me… no offense…
