Rap with smooth?

I hope you're for real, Smooth. Otherwise I'd have to come over there and shoot your ass with an Ingram Mac 10.
 
You've got to have some hops if you can dunk at that height. Not saying you can't, but I can't imagine letting someone your height dunk on me, even now.

Back when I really played ball and was in shape, I probably would have tried you. I still go for 40, but that's only because I got game. I don't do any extra shit anymore. I don't dribble as much as I use to. Now it's open up then drive, curl cross than drive, double crossover than drive. I don't do much anymore. Back in the day, I'll hit someone with the curl (in and out, but we just say curl) crossover spin. Now I don't spin anymore.
 
Back when I really played ball and was in shape, I probably would have tried you. I still go for 40, but that's only because I got game. I don't do any extra shit anymore. I don't dribble as much as I use to. Now it's open up then drive, curl cross than drive, double crossover than drive. I don't do much anymore. Back in the day, I'll hit someone with the curl (in and out, but we just say curl) crossover spin. Now I don't spin anymore.

I don't doubt you could play, and probably still can. It's just hard for a taller guy to admit someone seven inches shorter could dunk on him. That would hurt my feelings if it ever happened. :)
 
Through the door into summer
I gotsta go
Wave your hands in the air
Feel the flow
The word, No
Ain't in my vocabulary
But don't say, Yes
Say, Ho
Like so, see?
Hollaback if your over there
'Cuz there's a party going over here
Answer the call
Shake your booties
Bump that rump
Twerk your rear
Aight, Ladies?
So many wrongs don't make it right
Can't resist all these thongs
Disappearing deep into the crack of dawn
Where we endlessly party on through the night
Dirty dancing to filthy slut mouthed songs
As Nicki and Rihanna grind out
A menage a trois in my mind
No doubt
The low hanging fruit of my banana hammock
Is wreaking havoc with the girlies
Soon to be a fully blown panic
Hey, what's that out on the front lawn?
Some kinda drama
Oh, Gawd
It's Busybody and NeverEndingMe
Picketing Obama
Aw, hell no
Back that truck up
Beep beep
Shut the fuck up Creep
Yawn
All your blather jibber jabber
Cut 'n' paste propagander
Puttin' the Ladies to sleep
 
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I don't doubt you could play, and probably still can. It's just hard for a taller guy to admit someone seven inches shorter could dunk on him. That would hurt my feelings if it ever happened. :)

Yeah, I see where you are coming from. I wouldn't have tried you straight up. Maybe from a angle are something.
 
Through the door into summer
I gotsta go
Wave your hands in the air
Feel the flow
The word, No
Ain't in my vocabulary
But don't say, Yes
Say, Ho
Like so, see?
Hollaback if your over there
'Cuz there's a party going over here
Answer the call
Shake your booties
Bump that rump
Twerk your rear
Aight, Ladies?
So many wrongs don't make it right
Can't resist all these thongs
Disappearing deep into the crack of dawn
Where we endlessly party on through the night
Dirty dancing to filthy slut mouthed songs
As Nicki and Rihanna grind out
A menage a trois in my mind
No doubt
The low hanging fruit of my banana hammock
Is wreaking havoc with the girlies
Soon to be a fully blown panic
Hey, what's that out on the front lawn?
Some kinda drama
Oh, Gawd
It's Busybody and NeverEndingMe
Picketing Obama
Aw, hell no
Back that truck up
Beep beep
Shut the fuck up Creep
Yawn
All your blather jibber jabber
Cut 'n' paste propagander
Puttin' the Ladies to sleep

How long it took you to come up with that?
 
Yeah, I see where you are coming from. I wouldn't have tried you straight up. Maybe from a angle are something.

You're looking at a block or a hard foul if you come straight at me. But I'm talking like I can still play. Laughing at myself now.
 
You'll make a post and think you're toast 'cause you're hearing *crickets* but that's not the kick, it's not the response that you wants; it's the thrill when you spill words that you will to your fingers from your brain, be it funny or silly or just to complain. Good golly, it's not about Brolly or Des or any of that mess so don't get depressed if what you're selling has no buyer - not even eyer. If you put down your drink, stop and think you'll see the hoard at the General(ly) Board is not who you're posting toward; these words - good and true - they're just for you. :rose:
 
Well, didn't see this coming. :)

I'll think on it. Did you just come up with that quickly?

Well, this morning - drinking tea and yawning - I saw this thread. Read and got it into my head that it's time for some old-white-lady rhyme to break up the parade of nudes 'n dudes discussing flags and other drags as my interest lags and lags and lags... I've never tried rhyming. I'm clumsy at climbing, dancing, or even walking so forget about talking without tripping over my two front teeth. But beneath my silly white-bread sheath, fires burn; a passion, a yearn to be...funky. So even if it sounds clunky and the words don't fit and I fail, who cares? I won't go to jail. Maybe a *snicker* or a mean e-mail. "Silly old crow! Mind the status quo; you're turning this cool thread into a silly freak show!" I know, I know. This won't go in my portfolio. But it's fun, and at the end of the day that's what we're here for anyway. :rose:
 
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