Cantankerous Granny
Cantankerous Granny(Adapt From FreFre Grannie)
Oiiiee boi!! Your style not my type your pants too tight, that's not right, smile and pain in your face emotional fight. Your joy take off like a flight, you use might to get stripes. Holy mother of Mary you are scary hair on the top none on the side, ooh so nowadays you trim even your pride, call you vulture, no dead meat here stop eating our culture. Marcus mark us more Marcus Gaaarvey, you act like a joke its not even funny like Steve Harvey. Louise Bennett will grieve our culture slow down like gramps old jeep, I only see walking zombie that don't sleep. Free world do as you please, everytime I think of heritage I miss Miss Louise, Bennett if culture was government she would be a Senate. Ooiiee!! Boi you act like a spoil child, you know you could be my child. I don't care dont tell me to close my mouth, I never tell you to close your facebook account. I don't understand, the way you dress or you a who man or woman? Better find a positive plan.
Ooiee!! Gal you lost your pride, in the dump your pride reside. Walking side way miss crab, let males passing you from hand to hand handouts handbags. Wonder why you pierce close to your eye brow Queen bee, I laugh at you hell raiser silly billy bee, below your knees is where your skirt should be. You remind me of the glass plate that get damaged, you claim you hot no you not hot hot porridge, thats cold all about the cash protect your soul, hold up your heads be bold. You look frighten are you cousin with my timid old cat that lightning strike under a pear tree, ready to bark at me, those nails you ready to claw at me. Giddy Gal you better flee, Lassie careful someone will contract flea, you just a baby yet no respect for the old lady, roll your eyes look at me well one of us is crazy. Our heritage burn similar to a CD, wish I could turn off this time like TV. Mumbo jumbos songs will not let me dance, play Ben E King i will definitely take a chance. Your dance wild like animal, keep the wildness at a minimal. Let me hear this song I was born by the river, cantankerous granny do dance moves even when they shiver, swing the old hip two times your eyes get addicted quicker, might do a drunken dance without the liquor. Watch your neck with your hand stand, you just trying to impress to let that boi stand, seeking attention find the grand stand, seek a better plan.
Oiiee!! Boi and gal laugh till my old belly hurt, look at that clown over there in a tight shirt, better not wear that to church, you deny freedom of movement don't know your worth. You just all about KFC, come to my home get GFC, granny famous cooking, everyone say its finger licking. Nobody does it better, mmhmmm granny cooking let tummy warm like sweater, KFC craze some of you light middle name should be bird feather. Again don't tell me to shut up the good old days must reborn, hope the featherweight can manage the storm. Blame me that am old my personality still glitter, oops bet you cannot find me on twitter, for your eyes only that's how you like my picture. You give love a bad name, I will listen Bon Jovi not ashamed, heritage dying all of us will of to take the blame. Ooiie!! Boi and gal your characteristics is like plastic easy to melt, you look stupid like when Tom the drunkard cannot find his felt, when its right on his head, hardly can look eyelids seems to be heavy heavy lead. Ooiie!! Boi and gal colour should never run away like scapegoat, your modern clothes lot of tears come to my farm i need a scare crow. Your technicalogy if that's how its pronounce, it will never stop my heritage from getting announce, everywhere in my blood if you check it by the ounce. Hehe!! My bunion burn on my heel, not terrible like the way modern people let me feel, i spit in fire when i have a cold am a old piece of steel. I talk what I see, blame the persons talking what they never do on CD, I see four young individuals signal lost no 4 G, this world is like fairytale okie dokie. Add this to the commandants united we stand, divided we fall, do something don't block the way modern days wall, promote your heritage when your name is call. It was all a dream thanks Martin Luther, you pave the way for a brighter future.
Our culture is like a vehicle, its revving now more evil, minds too feeble there is no love in a needle. There was jokes when Bartholomew and John fighting over aunty Mary, nowadays modern demons really scary, in my days only a few birds will of to fear me. I am finishing talking don't want to get insulin shot, I know its not current alone let persons get shock. Peacefully returning to my countryside, the sun coming out nowadays vampire better hide,just remember your pride. You reap what you sow, cantankerous granny know, only you can let your heads bow, don’t be the bow that shoot the arrow. Respect yourself black or white the zebra survive with the mixture, assist each other, motivation to see a bigger picture. So take care my dear children don’t be nincompoops, prefer its a camera everytime you shoot. Hold on strong to your culture, don't search for the power you are the power like rain your blessings will shower.
Roland S Brown
Oiiiee boi!! Your style not my type your pants too tight, that's not right, smile and pain in your face emotional fight. Your joy take off like a flight, you use might to get stripes. Holy mother of Mary you are scary hair on the top none on the side, ooh so nowadays you trim even your pride, call you vulture, no dead meat here stop eating our culture. Marcus mark us more Marcus Gaaarvey, you act like a joke its not even funny like Steve Harvey. Louise Bennett will grieve our culture slow down like gramps old jeep, I only see walking zombie that don't sleep. Free world do as you please, everytime I think of heritage I miss Miss Louise, Bennett if culture was government she would be a Senate. Ooiiee!! Boi you act like a spoil child, you know you could be my child. I don't care dont tell me to close my mouth, I never tell you to close your facebook account. I don't understand, the way you dress or you a who man or woman? Better find a positive plan.
Ooiee!! Gal you lost your pride, in the dump your pride reside. Walking side way miss crab, let males passing you from hand to hand handouts handbags. Wonder why you pierce close to your eye brow Queen bee, I laugh at you hell raiser silly billy bee, below your knees is where your skirt should be. You remind me of the glass plate that get damaged, you claim you hot no you not hot hot porridge, thats cold all about the cash protect your soul, hold up your heads be bold. You look frighten are you cousin with my timid old cat that lightning strike under a pear tree, ready to bark at me, those nails you ready to claw at me. Giddy Gal you better flee, Lassie careful someone will contract flea, you just a baby yet no respect for the old lady, roll your eyes look at me well one of us is crazy. Our heritage burn similar to a CD, wish I could turn off this time like TV. Mumbo jumbos songs will not let me dance, play Ben E King i will definitely take a chance. Your dance wild like animal, keep the wildness at a minimal. Let me hear this song I was born by the river, cantankerous granny do dance moves even when they shiver, swing the old hip two times your eyes get addicted quicker, might do a drunken dance without the liquor. Watch your neck with your hand stand, you just trying to impress to let that boi stand, seeking attention find the grand stand, seek a better plan.
Oiiee!! Boi and gal laugh till my old belly hurt, look at that clown over there in a tight shirt, better not wear that to church, you deny freedom of movement don't know your worth. You just all about KFC, come to my home get GFC, granny famous cooking, everyone say its finger licking. Nobody does it better, mmhmmm granny cooking let tummy warm like sweater, KFC craze some of you light middle name should be bird feather. Again don't tell me to shut up the good old days must reborn, hope the featherweight can manage the storm. Blame me that am old my personality still glitter, oops bet you cannot find me on twitter, for your eyes only that's how you like my picture. You give love a bad name, I will listen Bon Jovi not ashamed, heritage dying all of us will of to take the blame. Ooiie!! Boi and gal your characteristics is like plastic easy to melt, you look stupid like when Tom the drunkard cannot find his felt, when its right on his head, hardly can look eyelids seems to be heavy heavy lead. Ooiie!! Boi and gal colour should never run away like scapegoat, your modern clothes lot of tears come to my farm i need a scare crow. Your technicalogy if that's how its pronounce, it will never stop my heritage from getting announce, everywhere in my blood if you check it by the ounce. Hehe!! My bunion burn on my heel, not terrible like the way modern people let me feel, i spit in fire when i have a cold am a old piece of steel. I talk what I see, blame the persons talking what they never do on CD, I see four young individuals signal lost no 4 G, this world is like fairytale okie dokie. Add this to the commandants united we stand, divided we fall, do something don't block the way modern days wall, promote your heritage when your name is call. It was all a dream thanks Martin Luther, you pave the way for a brighter future.
Our culture is like a vehicle, its revving now more evil, minds too feeble there is no love in a needle. There was jokes when Bartholomew and John fighting over aunty Mary, nowadays modern demons really scary, in my days only a few birds will of to fear me. I am finishing talking don't want to get insulin shot, I know its not current alone let persons get shock. Peacefully returning to my countryside, the sun coming out nowadays vampire better hide,just remember your pride. You reap what you sow, cantankerous granny know, only you can let your heads bow, don’t be the bow that shoot the arrow. Respect yourself black or white the zebra survive with the mixture, assist each other, motivation to see a bigger picture. So take care my dear children don’t be nincompoops, prefer its a camera everytime you shoot. Hold on strong to your culture, don't search for the power you are the power like rain your blessings will shower.
Roland S Brown
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