Mar 13, 2006 03:41
so everyone knows i hate rap and everything related to it. it's probably the grammar that turns me off entirely. that and the fact that most of it is degrading to women, just like this silly song. yeah, i know, everybody loves it, i've seen. *rolls eyes* so, here's what it would sound like if it was written in the 19th century. i'm posting the original lyrics first, so you can compare since i'm sure there are people out there who won't have a clue what half of the words mean. yeah, i'm a bitch, get over it.
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21st Century Version:
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these icies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and NaDonna
Karan, they be sharin
All their money got me wearin' fly
But I ain't askin,
They say they love my ass in,
Seven Jeans, True Religion's,
I say no, but they keep givin'
So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got you,
She's got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me and spending time on me.
She's got me spendin'.
(Oh) Spendin' all your money on me, up on me, on me
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19th Century Version
I am inquiring concerning your future endeavors regarding the implementation of your rubenesque features, rubenesque features located in your prosterior,
I forsee that I shall, shall, shall, shall intoxicate you, Intoxicate you off my lovely posterior,
My posterior, my posterior, my posterior, My posterior, my posterior, my posterior, my exquisite petite protuberances, DO assess accordingly
I stimulate these adolescent lads, I perform this act on a daily basis, Their regard towards me is that of amiability, They purchase jewelry and other valuable trinkets for me, Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna, Karen, they do so with distribution, All of their capital has made it feasible for me to bear, Fly gear but I am not questioning, They articulate that they do indeed love my assets, Se7en Jeans, True Religion, I decline but they persistently bestow, So I keep on acquiring, And no I am not falsifying any action We may continue to see one another, I persevere with indicating
My affection, my affection, my affection, my affection, you adore my feminine protuberances, My asset, my asset, my asset, My assets have instigated you, She's got me expending, (Oh) Disbursing all your currency on me and spending time on me, She's got me expending, (Oh) Disbursing all your currency on me, on me, on me
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okay, so i think it's funny. i'd say Ris will appreciate it, too. and Laura. that's probably all. lol well, maybe not, i just can't remember everyone on my friends list right now. i still need to do that friends cut. maybe i'll do that now.
i have a shitload of doctor appointments this week. one appointment EVERYDAY, except for friday. i have to go to the dentist tomorrow, and that's going to hurt like hell because my tongue still has a lot of places on it from all the vomiting... i like getting my teeth cleaned, though. that's probably weird, but i just like getting it done. i'm debating whether this is going to be friends only or public. i think i shall leave it public, just this once. yeahh... oh wait, Rex will appreciate the new version, too, i think. we mustn't leave out Rex!! okay, enough of that.
i wish you all a good week. after monday is over, it usually isn't that bad. mondays suck, though. i am dreading the amount of time i will spend in doctor's offices this week. blah.