We've all heard it. Those 'cool' hip-hop 'artists' creating their 'urban poetry' with their 'music'. They pick any random topic (as long as it includes : my beehatches; ho's; all my albums; all my cash...you get the drift) then name a track after it, that itself contains a random bunch words that happen to rhyme sometimes and call it a 'track'. These people need to be stopped.
In order to put a stop to these 'artist's music', I put together the following lyrics for a track that i want to record that will show these hip-hip 'artists' just how cool I really am, and how much they suck. It's about James Bond....
Secret AgentA target circle there
someones internal organs laid bare!
The suspense of the music that plays,
and his aversion to gays...
The black suits he wears,
he is nonchalant no one would know if he cares.
He's got all sorts of gadgets that do
lethal things like shoot radioactive poo
and put anthrax in your Kentucky Fried Chicken
to make sure you're not kickin'
and hypnotize your sock
to make it cut off your cock
at twelve 'o clock
and watches that can install Windows XP,
on an enemies' central repository
and a pen that transforms your girlfriend's boob
into something resembling "LOL n00b!"
and he has shoes that can make you forget
where you stay,
so they put up the 'To let'
and his pants make marmalade
which imprison you in an orange palisade...
All these things the super-secret-super-agent
man can do.
But know this: If you're dead and don't know it
and you see he's absconded...
ROFL BITCH, YOU'VE BEEN JAMES BONDED!