Sometimes drunk white boys have rap battles, and sometimes they just so happen to be on the day that Jr. Seau offed himself. And sometimes my friends have camera phones. I came up with this while drinking too much one time. (I'm only including it here because it's a rap about dead famous people that I thought was funny at the time)
This isn't a game nag
You really don't wanna play now
I'm not gonna drop dead
Like my name is Jr. Seau
So talk all that crap
Sit there and try to slam me
I'll leave as a cold case
Like Jon Bennett Ramsey
You can try to step to this
But I'll make your ass fold
Leave you cut up and bloody
Like Nicole and Ron Gold
You might wanna be careful
'Cuz it's the wrong way to rub
I'll have u chilling with Whitney
Floating in a bathtub.
And I'll sit here and scream
All my hatefull shouts
And leave you strung out and overdosed
like Amy Winehouse
But you're upset about the recent death
The loss of Dick Clark left you Cryin'
So we can't ring in the new year
Well played, Mayans.
But Unlike these nages
I'm still alive and grinning
Like Charlie Sheen flipping the bird
Screaming "Duh, Winning"