An Egg State of Mind

Look at him! Chillax Diddy, the gangsta rap penguin, is having a most copacetic time with his entourage of loyal hoes. Lucky dawg!

Hey, bro, you want to impress the hoes too? Put on a tuxedo! Of course, penguins are pretty lucky in this regard. Their skin suit’s their evening wear, and it never shrinks in water.

As for lyrics, just ‘Baby, I’ll sit on eggs for you!’ will get the hoes wet. You might think that sounds disgusting, but not to them. They love a bad boy who’ll also be their big daddy diddy at home. Stone cold diggity!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019

the swansong cycle (part three): swan uprising (the war-feathered gangsta rap)

yeh yeh yeh yeh…
a’ight, swans, it’s time
lay da smackdown
lay ya eggs in crack town
yolk it up
yolk it up now

wot does it matter
who eat meat from ya bone
an encroachin’ poacher
or queen elizabeth da sheen
shit still stinks, don’t matter
point is ya’ll be prone
dead to rights, bitch
yah, time they choked on yo shiny steel bean

rise up now, yo, swans of war
spread your mofo wings, yeh
crane yo neck bling, yeh, ruffle yo wrap
gaggle and flip-flap, trigger-hap, poppin’ caps
pants shat, yeh, enact da bourne phenomenon
grab yo bauers, enact da power
dey’s goin’ down for da final dirt nap

yeh yeh yeh yeh…
a’ight, swans, it’s time
yolk it up
yolk it up now