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I live in a very sweet part of town. Pretty houses and lots of old people. The kind of place where people care about grass and the colour of their sheds.
My neighbours are a very sweet old lady who I seldom see and on the other side a family who have grown up kids that are at uni.
But sometimes the kids come home from uni.
And smoke weed in the garden when their parents are away.
Today, these kids have erected a gazebo.
And called their mates over.
And are smoking weed.
But also...
ARE RUNNING A FULL ON RAP BATTLE.
The chat about bitches and hoes is meh but they’re going on about being born in 2001 and I’m worried it’s going to spin everyone that’s listening into existential crisis.
The raps are so WEAK that’s it’s taking everything in me not to go over and school them.
The Buffalo Stance fire is in me.
Or I could really fuck their shit up with some classic John Barnes.
Poor Adam and his probably lovely mother are getting ruined by some quite frankly LAZY writing.
It’s been mum jokes for about 10 minutes now. I just want to give Adam a hug.
Sultanas
Bananas
Adam’s mum
IT MAKES NO SENSE
Bananas
Adam’s mum
IT MAKES NO SENSE
There is one good kid, he’s actually pretty inventive, the rest of them are incapable of rhyming more with anything other than whore.
Looking forward to another 4 hours of this.
Looking forward to another 4 hours of this.
I don’t think these kids have had any life experience to really lend depth to their lyrics. I say this because they’ve just dropped a verse about rowing for Durham.
Lads...
Lads...
Adam’s mum has apparently been texting the MC. Unlikely.
I. Am. Exhausted.
Shit raps until 4am?
