Yo Youngun
Yo youngun, now don't yo be thinking dat I'm old
don't you whippa snappa know 60 the new 40 truth be told
I kin still outrun yo at work while giving yo a head start
now don't yo be thinking dat cos I'm 60 I'm some old fart
I betcha if we compare blood work from da doc mine'll be better
dat be cos I don't be eating no moosie and I be light as a feather
yo always be eating McDeath mooburgers and dem greasy french fries
no wonda yo always look plump and like yo brains be fried
Now I be lettin yo off easy this time but don't eva cross my line
I may be olda but still got years left o productive time
betta not let me eva hear yo tell me that I should be in a rockin chair
or I'm gonna turn into yo worse finger waggin scoldin nightmare
And stop letting yo undy wares all hang out
when I be pullin orders your fruit of da loom seems to shout
look at me I be juvenile and needs much attention
so yo betta stop with yo antics and maybe I be stoppin my lecturin
Cos I don't have one foot in da grave
and if yo don't want to then yo betta behave
yo betta be watching yo back cos I got a pair of new sleek sneaks
I be the new workplace roadrunner, so look out~ beep beep
3-4-18
For Brenda Chiri's Quick Fire Rapid Rhyme Contest (my first rap poem lol)
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