-> "Black November"
Original Song Title:
Parody Song Title:
'Chemist, Concrete, Evidence
Turkeys, where we at with it?
Still the same ConCreature, Little Moochie, James Clay Jones III
Since Auntie Colleen and Uncle Speedy stayed on the 1st
The 6-4 YBX, bold and cold
I keep it funky with my folkers, huntin' with my shoppers
Slumpin' with the vultures, stock pilin' with the brokers
Baseline it to them smokers, Tony, we ain't the only dopers
Servin' all these friends, I move, fuckin' up the culture
Monkey nuts in that turkeys, ride foreign but it's stolen
Gone off that doja, runnin' from the rollers
Stick like remote controller, quick to shoot to the K like I'm Edward
Chip on my shoulder, scrapin' up them extras and them overs
Mixed the yola with the baking root beer
My uncle said he hid them brickies in my baby stroller
These bitches so moody and shifty, tryna play me closer
I sold some blueys for the Packers, caught a eight at Kroger's
When Noonie found out he got killed, it brought our pain some closure
So if you shoot me, better kill me, keep that same composure
Shit, I done 30 on my gas when 28 is over
All of this murder on my mind, it's hard to face it sober
On the hunt for Black November
"So, what's your position about religion?"
"I believe in God, uh, do you believe in God?"
"Yes, I do"
"I pray every day, pray every day, I try to"
(Turn that shit up)
I don't run away from running, I'm better running towards it
All my words are just a letter short of swords and I enforceth
Missing all players when I hit the streets but Brian didn't forfeit (Nope)
Rising from the scorched planet, I roll it up and torch it
Two different careers like I'm two different people
Two different years, one life, no sequel
Trip, you inspired or you desperate
Uh, you either full or you desolate
I walk a different line of truth unperfected (Yeah)
What I bring inside this booth is uninspected
It ain't checkmate yet but on my checklist (Check)
Put the flowers on the ground and then it's morning
Things to do, all within a day's time
Was never made man, until I made mine
You in the game or you hatin'
Either way, you either playin' or you waitin'
"Hell, I ain't got no money, Edward, I ain't got no money"
"Well, I know you ain't lyin'
With the money the turkeys took, we gon' go buy our own gun"
"You don't need no more guns now"
"But I sees how them guns is mighty nice
But I hate to let the congregation think that the boys
Was being frugal by not buying more"
Your Vote & Comment Counts
The parody authors spend a lot of time writing parodies for the website and they
appreciate feedback in the form of votes and comments. Please take some time to
leave a comment below about this parody.
|How Funny: ||5.0|
|Overall Rating: ||5.0|
|Total Votes: ||1|
The following represent how many people voted for each category.
| || || || ||Pacing|| ||How Funny|| ||Overall Rating|
| ||1|| ||0||
| ||2|| ||0||
| ||3|| ||0||
| ||4|| ||0||
| ||5|| ||1||