Sign In
Register
Help
I started writing a poem about Scooby but it turned into a rap song. Picture this with a heavy beat and the crowd waving their hands or something. I blame my girlfriend and the kid for for forcing me to post this here.
The Quaker Rap
I have Quaker lace on my shoulder
Every day she gets a bit bolder
I have poop on my back
But don't let that throw you off track
I have a Quaker parrot named Scooby
Sometimes I think she smoked a dooby
She always goes Ack Ack
Sometimes I think she smokes crack
Chew, chew, chew, chew
That's what she likes to do
Ack, ack, ack ack ack
She likes to act all whack
If something changes in the house
She acts like I'm a louse
I put something black near her cage
And then she goes into a RAGE!
No rulers or anything long
No baby that is so wrong
No people she doesn't know
That stuff just doesn't go
Chew, chew, chew, chew
That's what she likes to do
Ack, ack, ack ack ack
She likes to act all whack
Scooby likes my mother
She warns me about my brother
She is afraid of my son
He doesn't even have a gun!
Scooby's all about the flock
Me and mommy we both rock
The rest they mess with her head
Come on, Scooby time for bed
Chew, chew, chew, chew
That's what she likes to do
Ack, ack, ack ack ack
She likes to act all whack
Chew, chew, chew, chew
That's what she likes to do
Ack, ack, ack ack ack
She likes to act all whack
Thank you, thank you
Ack ack to my peeps in the hood!
------------------------------------
Ahem. Mommy is the girlfriend in above mess. My mother is actually grandma to Scooby. The bird made me do it. Sorry.
MultiQuote
