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Edited on Wed Oct-04-06 10:19 PM by Zhade
I wrote this a couple of days ago, because I was pissed when I found out that they're putting high-fructose corn syrup in Gatorade now (yeah, I know Coca-Cola owns Gatorade and as a good liberal I shouldn't support that company, but I still liked freezing it when it got hot in my tiny apartment).
This is intended as hip-hop, part of the burgeoning genre known as "nerdcore" or "geeksta rap". Most here will not know the genre; I'm just looking to see if this conveys what I was feeling when I wrote it.
Enjoy! I command it! :D
HFCS
yeah I'm fat and diseased, all the toxins proceed to alleviate my need for the size small of the t thanks to the evil mcclown and alla his disciples greed pumping hfcs downtown into each and every artery
liquid death, cancer cola, almost worse than ebola at least that kills you quicker and don't rot the molars corps sell double-wide coffins for the anti-granola while super-sizing their way to slave-sweated payola
so i hit stop and dropped the pepsi like cops on a rave it tasted like sweet epilepsy ya can't help but crave the addiction's an affliction like those drawn to the grave in an anne rice book before she took up bein a slave
Then I think sports drink gatorade's fine at first slush it up, watch scrubs quench that deep-down body-thirst but the money motherfuckers in management just made it worse traded electrolyte honey for a profit-motive curse
// CHORUS i hate that the good things always end how the CEOs and wall street can't comprehend that it's never clever or better in the end poisoning customers you should befriend
I'm sicka wal-mart job rape and slave wages that kinda life brings the strife of angry rages at bills that can't be paid and lost pages of the life story we should be livin outta the cages //
unnatural high-fruit-sugar starch syrup they don't consume that kinda shit over in europe though the french go in for horse minus the stirrups they know intaking garbage outputs foul hiccups
your liver takes a hit like jabba's men into the pit klatuu barada nikto companies don't give a shit they watch obeseity spread like smoke over a spit and cackle and grapple coin takin every little bit
but i got out fast cast my cash toward the real organic supaplanet now that's my high ideal trader joes price is always low and holds real appeal healthy dining took the shine offa the corporate meal
now when i hit daisy i'm less lazy and more whole she's got a glass ass and i'm always fillin her bowl with the sweetest longbottom leaf i ever stole from suaroman's orcs after i aided frodo in his goal
// CHORUS i hate that the corps don't ever spend a dime to promote a healthier trend their hi-cal gravy train's gonna end it's a dying system they refuse to mend
I'm sicka wal-mart job rape and slave wages that kinda life brings the strife of angry rages at bills that can't be paid and lost pages of the life story we should be livin outta the cages
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