My car is so shiney.
Mess it up I spank your hiney.
From the big one to the tiny.
Think my ride's your pot? Try me!
I flow don't you know my kids be like "mommy"
Represent don't get sent by the mini van I'm driving.
Dont' hate husbands whose late eat leftovers all the time-y.
Make up words you haven't heard my dialect is not grimey.
Vocabulary mostly scary but I spit with good timing.
Don't have bling or big rims just a whip for family riding.
Babies in back, I'm flying, the kids are getting Whiney.
I take you back with real rap pre-historic to the diney.
Gotta go, stop the flow, swoop kids, the school bells are chiiiiiiiimmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggg!!!
un... yeah.... peace.
**Inspired by real events. This is an actual text sent to my husband one line at a time. I washed the min van this weekend (and my husband promptly picked up pine straw the next day) and as I was leaving work today, I realized how shiney the car was. I figure I'd keep sending him rhymes until he replied or I made it to kids in aftercare, whichever came first. Clearly I was sun drunk! The weather was perfect in ATL today--clear, sunny, 80's wind blowing cool breeze... ahhhh.