So... what's the best way to get famous? Clearly, piggypacking of someone else's career. I mean, look at how Benzino dissed Eminem to get in the spotlight a couple years ago.
Kevin Federline has released an abortion of a song called "PopoZao", which features idiotic choruses and a full twenty seconds of him actually rapping. If he wasn't piggy backing off of Britney Spears, I'm pretty sure not a single person would listen to his song.
So, in an effort for me to become a famous rapper, I'm going to piggy back off of HIS "fame". It's a solid plan. I've written a song making fun of what a retard he is, particularly referencing a video that was released of him jamming out to his own song.
If you haven't seen this cinematic triumph, check out below :
Ok, when you're done wiping the feces off your screen, check out my lyrical assault : Fed Up With Kevin Federline
As I mentioned previously, my gas got turned off. I'm moving soon, so I've been getting my house ready to be sold. Part of that includes turning on the gas again so that the inspector can make sure everything's fine.
At noon a knock lands upon my door. I open it and see a towering black man standing in the doorway. He's at least six feet tall, at least four feet wide, and is wearing a hard hat. A grin spreads across his face.
"It's the LOOOOOVEEE DOCCCTORR!!" he proclaims.
"While I'm in the dressing room five minutes before I come out, I'm breaking my gloves down, I'm pushing the leather to the back of my gloves, so my knuckles could pierce through. When I come out I have supreme confidence. I'm scared to death. I'm afraid. I m afraid of everything. I'm afraid of losing. I'm afraid of being humiliated. But I'm confident. The closer I get to the ring the more confident I get. The closer, the more confident. The closer the more confident I get. All during training I've been afraid of this man. I think this man might be capable of beating me. I've dreamed of him beating me. For that I ve always stayed afraid of him. The closer I get to the ring the more confident I get. Once I'm in the ring I'm a god. No one could beat me. I walk around the ring but I never take my eyes off my opponent. Even if he's ready and pumping, and can't wait to get his hands on me. I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. Then once I see a chink in his armor, boom, one of his eyes may move, and then I know I have him. Then once he comes to the center of the ring he looks at me with his piercing look as if he's not afraid. But he already made that mistake when he looked down for that one tenth of a second. I know I have him. He'll fight hard for the first two or three rounds, but I know I broke his spirit. During the fight I'm supremely confident. I'm making him miss and I'm countering. I'm hitting him to the body; I'm punching him real hard. And I'm punching him, and I'm punching him, and I know he's gonna take my punches. He goes down, he's out. I'm victorious. Mike Tyson, greatest fighter that ever lived."
Before you step into your own ring, where are your eyes? You keeping your eyes on him, or are you looking down?