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Jimmy, Get In the House

Jimmy The street lights are on Get your butt home ‘Fore I come out there Take your shoes off At the door Separate all your clothes And put them in the hamper When you finish, Come downstairs And I’ll fix your plate But you better eat everything Not just the steak That means carrots, peas, and rice Everything on your plate Until you eat everything There is no escape We’ll be here all day, If that’s what it takes Makes no diff’rence to me But what about videogames, Your computer, and T.V. Because you only get an hour Then it’s off to bed If you try to sneak away I will, have your head Cause you know how you are Especially in the morning Sleepin’ in class When you supposed to be learning Speaking of school, Your teacher called She said, you have something to give me And don’t lie about it, Jimmy I heard the grade already That’s why you’re not goin’ out tomorrow You’re staying in to study I don’t care bout all that pleadin’ From ya little buddies You gone be in here All day Until you get these problems right You can not afford To fall behind If you start that whining My belt gone be a walking So get it together I bet not hear no back-talkin’ Jimmy, I don’t want to hear your mouth The street lights are on Get yo butt in the house

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/21/2010 8:48:00 AM
That Jimmy, so typical..lol...This is really good..soup mail..BG
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Date: 10/19/2010 11:45:00 AM
Hah, yeah i feel this for sure. Curfews of any kind suck.
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Date: 10/19/2010 10:36:00 AM
Hahaha... Enjoyed it:)
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