Black Poetry : Food! Food! Oh My

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  1. MADDRAPPER

    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Food! Food! Oh My

    Look I eat hot dogs and chips but the slop clogs my lips
    With crumbs a cherry soda could bury my hunger quota flips
    My bandana legit like a banana split scary like Tales of The Crypt
    Diet scum in the air how do I overcome despair it’s a trip
    Unique crate of meat on my plate can’t hesitate to eat
    Hell spaghetti and cheese already got me on my knees to weep
    There’s a monopoly of people eat broccoli on the street
    At Pizza Hut to watch this fat girl Lisa strut that butt
    Corrupt with that stuff crust I can’t trust but If cut
    A slice the calories count gave me allergies as they amount
    To millions of celeries for civilians after a long count
    Priest help I try clutch the church but weight too much can’t
    Touch my toes fat too many woes my belly smelly like paint
    The jelly jar camouflage I’m too large for a massage barely
    Step foot into the garage has to dodge the table it’s rarely
    I don’t smell cabbage hell that’s savage VIP and plumb sick
    KFC wit a drumstick **** I got jacked for a family pack quick
    One night the calamity was whack and slick all right stick em
    Up MADD we bad itching for some chicken from the colonel’s
    Kitchen no fun joking our gun will blow you open internal
    Don’t like kicking strife the chicken or your life make up your mind
    Yall take it that’s fine I didn’t want it any way have a good day

    MADDRAPPER PEACE
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    sho nuff

    food of thoughts
    dis da clout
    no doubt on tab
    set for a diret diet
    rehab wit a feastful
    smack down so whack
    i stand back jet a look
    i didn't want da solo
    food that was took
    hell i'm not hook so i book !
    I DIDN'T WANT IT ANYWAY...............))))>> off da MADD PRODUCTION LABLE....:eek:
     
  3. Abisha

    Abisha Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    HEY!!!!!!!!

    I love this poem and you would n't beleive it but I just heard this kind of stuff tongiht on the news, they said that children were actually dying because of the fast food chains and the way they prepare the food is bad for the heart. This is a right on time poem.
     
  4. MADDRAPPER

    MADDRAPPER Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    RICH$$ AND Abisha THANKS FOR RESPONDING TO THIS THE FOOD IS REAL DAWG HA! HA! AND ABISHA THE MATTER IS VERY REAL BRING TO YOU IN RHYME
     
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