For you, on your birthday, I think I may have unearthed the only bit of middle-class rap music in the whole wide world. “My white t-shirt fits right around my waist, not down to my knees, yo thug where I’m from we call that a dress…Tiger Woods; he’s my nigger!”
That was mother-flipping awesome! Marzipan in the kitchen cupboard indeed!! Thanks, Ed.
he he hee…
The middle-class rap thing reminded me of this from the Dear Blank, Please Blank website:
Dear 13 year old boy,
Your mom drives you to school in a minivan. You are not a gangster… pull your pants up.
Sincerely, anonymous.
(Well, it made me chuckle.)
Listened to the tunes yesterday and today. Awesome.
I’m late, but i hope another Happy Birthday still counts! And for a tune i’ll post this one from some of my favorite snotcore pop punkers -
Amylee – never too late for a happy birthday. I hope this isn’t to late to say thank you.