Imagine a 80s rapper rapping about his racks getting stolen in some modern shyt
*Beatbox noises*
One day i was whipping the pot
A kid came around to the spot
Said he was selling cookies like a girl scout
Took me out of my element
Had to think a little
Until the little kid wiggled and jiggled
From the door to my stash
And out the back with my cash
It's hard out here to count the math
I felt so bad and a bit down
That this little clown came around
And took my money
Now how that sound
*Dj scratches with the same samples being played*
*Beatbox noises*
One day i was whipping the pot
A kid came around to the spot
Said he was selling cookies like a girl scout
Took me out of my element
Had to think a little
Until the little kid wiggled and jiggled
From the door to my stash
And out the back with my cash
It's hard out here to count the math
I felt so bad and a bit down
That this little clown came around
And took my money
Now how that sound
*Dj scratches with the same samples being played*
ruined it for everyone by snitching on a good tip
