[Mary Meriam]

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[This message has been edited by Mary Meriam (edited November 23, 2006).]

[Rose Kelleher]

Bad English

for Mark Allinson

It's not the don't-got or the ain't-no, no,
you can't blame bling or the coinages that crop
up in the teenyboppers' hip-hop, rock and pop.
They said the same of bebop, long ago.

It's not the white kids' like or the rappers' yo,
or the yeah-yeah up in heah that's got to stop.
Hwaet! was overused by the ancient scop.
Where some say dude, the dead dudes once said O.

But whoa, the po-mo lingo's got to go.
Can't take no mo, these mo-fo's take the cake.
Gimme a break, the clothes they make are fake,
the emperor's naked, shakin it like a pro,
killing the love of lit the gits don't know,
raping the language just for raping's sake.


[This message has been edited by Rose Kelleher (edited July 15, 2006).]

[Roger Slater]

WORDS FOR TWURKING

I killed a cop then slapped a ho.
Who's been messin' with my blunt?
I traded in my bling bling fo
more ammunition for my pump.
You'll never see me scrap a lick
for strawberries or skanky slores,
and yet I can't forget my tip,
so pass the zootie, bring my fours,
and don't be hawkin' me no bammer.
There's just one bammy's good for nuttin'.
show me the nail I got to hammer.
You know the crib they put King Tut in?
That's just bling bling wigger taxed.
Forget that shit, live on in wax.

[Mary Meriam]

If anyone needs Real Player to hear the rap sonnet audio clip mentioned above, here's a link to download it. http://www.real.com/freeplayer/?rppr=rnwk

[Mary Meriam]

Yo Ro - ho ho ho - can't touch it

Yo Ro - whoa! - hammertime

Any of yo mo-fo hoes got mo?

[Larry Powers]

Pop the snitches, tap the bitches, hit
the clubs and flash some bling. I'm rich as Shaq
and hit jus' lahk a hammer. Bamma, git
yo' camer-ah, 'cause (Damn!) her booty's black
and fine, on time! She's mine! Step back! No crack-
er'd better try to get 'er wet, or he'll
regret that move. I'm smooth, but I'll attack
yo' ass jus' lahk Iraq. Let's keep it real.
You feel me, Jack? Don't have to guess, I'm bes'.
The res' don't measure up. I'm blessed wit' nine,
and ho's are linin' up from eas' to wes'
to tap that root. We're knockin' boots. Yo' blind
if you can't see the truth. Get steppin', Gee!
Yo' fruity suit's a hoot and she's wit' me!

[Henry Quince]

Larry’s is a damn hard act to follow. I won’t even try.

However, I want to point out for its amusement value this page of rap lyric translations .

[Jamison W. Richardson]

I'm with Henry on this. Larry, as my students might say, "Your shit is tight, yo, represent!!"

Wow,
jr!

[Rose Kelleher]

Larry, I think you killed the thread. Yours is just too good!

[David Anthony]

They're all good and Larry's is brilliant.
So nearly a Spenserian rap, too.
Best wishes,
David