Exerciser999's Blog

It’s that time of year

go set yur T-Vo,

American Idol is near

could be Dido or Devo.

A new chick on the block

some holdin’ a grudge,

The stage’ll still rock

with dis HOT lit’l judge.

Was she a pick

ta even the score,

Or just a gimmick

ta toss on the floor.

With Simon now single

gettin’ dumped by d'model,

Maybe they’ll mingle

or will Kara just waddle?

Writing many a song

is what she has done,

For it won’t be long

ta see her Grammy’s won.

Her name is Kara D’Goredy

or somethin’ similar I think,

For I have no rhymin wordy

cause my brain’s in a kink.

This is what I mean

when I speak of dis show,

Starting January thirteen

be ready to know.

Some crazies really stink

but move up in the ranks,

No matter what we think

some are still skanks.

My next lit’l rhyme

bout’ those that are fat,

Its right near that time

ta step on dat mat.

Oh my! Biggest Loser show

it starts tomorra nights,

I better hurry and go

ta see if I fit in my tights!

Thankya fur reading my rappin rhyme.

Did ya year start with a blast

have ya started ta whine,

It won't be your last

ta complain in 2009.

The economy is deep

down in the hole,

We’all saying “what the BLEEP”

bein’ removed from the payroll.

Do ya buy a foreign car

or one from the states,

Does it change who we are

why ya shuttin’ those gates.

Bush’ll be done real soon

this is a must,

Show him the moon

the economy nearly bust.

No mo money ta give

since we taxed to da hilt,

We don’t wanna relive

2008 and the guilt.

These people with power

thinkin they own us,

Payin' us little an hour

they still getting’ their bonus.

Do ya wanna new car

ta drive in O’nine,

Cruisin to a bar

ta smoke and dine.

In IL ya cant smoke

on that Winston or Kool,

15 feet ain’t no joke

and such a tough rule.

Dontcha drink n drive

in the State of ill,

D’law will keep ya alive

butcha gotta pay the bill.

I’ll blog more later

just sit back and wait,

Fo I’ll be da creator

of a blog that’s so great.

Please send me yur request

on what I’m ta write,

Just make it yur best

and I’ll prove that I’m bright.

Did ya year start with a blast

have ya started ta whine,

It won't be your last

ta complain in 2009.

The economy is deep

down in the hole,

We’all saying “what the BLEEP”

bein’ removed from the payroll.

Do ya buy a foreign car

or one from the states,

Does it change who we are

why ya shuttin’ those gates.

Bush’ll be done real soon

this is a must,

Show him the moon

the economy nearly bust.

No mo money ta give

since we taxed to da hilt,

We don’t wanna relive

2008 and the guilt.

These people with power

thinkin they own us,

Payin' us little an hour

they still getting’ their bonus.

Do ya wanna new car

ta drive in O’nine,

Cruisin to a bar

ta smoke and dine.

In IL ya cant smoke

on that Winston or Kool,

15 feet ain’t no joke

and such a tough rule.

Dontcha drink n drive

in the State of ill,

D’law will keep ya alive

butcha gotta pay the bill.

I’ll blog more later

just sit back and wait,

Fo I’ll be da creator

of a blog that’s so great.

Please send me yur request

on what I’m ta write,

Just make it yur best

and I’ll prove that I’m bright.

‘Twas three days before Noel

and all through the streets,

Da criminal was in his cell

thinkin who can he cheats.

He’ll be out by New Year

few bucks when he leave,

Buyin vodka and a beer

thinkin how ta deceive.

Been years since he’s seen

people out all night,

Eatin’ all that cuisine

washed down with !nBev light?

For da man that we trusted

Hertz did like him too,

OJ finally got busted

But not by killin two.

We learn from our past

becomin smarter each day,

The things we’ve amassed

don’t mean squat anyway.

Ya can’t take it with u

this ain’t no lie,

I’m tryin’ ta construe

be generous before you die.

Be happy for whatcha got

quit complainin’ about bad times,

All these sentences mean a lot

cause ya readin’ my rappin’ rhymes.

Go out and do somethin’ nice

its time thatcha give,

Let this be strong advice

there should be no motive.

My next rappin’ rhyme

might be my best,

For I’ve got some time

ta give my brain a rest.

Don’t need no rhyme or reason

ta spread the love ‘round,

For this is the season

just get up off the ground!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

‘Twas a week before Noel

and all through the streets,

Da criminal was in his cell

thinkin who can he cheats.

He’ll be out by New Year

few bucks when he leave,

Buyin vodka and a beer

thinkin how ta deceive.

Been years since he’s seen

people out all night,

Eatin’ all that cuisine

washed down with !nBev light?

For da man that we trusted

Hertz did like him too,

OJ finally got busted

But not by killin two.

We learn from our past

becomin smarter each day,

The things we’ve amassed

don’t mean squat anyway.

Ya can’t take it with u

this ain’t no lie,

I’m tryin’ ta construe

be generous before you die.

Be happy for whatcha got

quit complainin’ about bad times,

All these sentences mean a lot

cause ya readin’ my rappin’ rhymes.

Go out and do somethin’ nice

its time thatcha give,

Let this be strong advice

there should be no motive.

My next rappin’ rhyme

might be my best,

For I’ve got some time

ta give my brain a rest.

Don’t need no rhyme or reason

ta spread the love ‘round,

For this is the season

just get up off the ground!

‘Twas a week before Noel

and all through the streets,

Da criminal was in his cell

thinkin who can he cheats.

He’ll be out by New Year

few bucks when he leave,

Buyin vodka and a beer

thinkin how ta deceive.

Been years since he’s seen

people out all night,

Eatin’ all that cuisine

washed down with !nBev light?

For da man that we trusted

Hertz did like him too,

OJ finally got busted

But not by killin two.

We learn from our past

becomin smarter each day,

The things we’ve amassed

don’t mean squat anyway.

Ya can’t take it with u

this ain’t no lie,

I’m tryin’ ta construe

be generous before you die.

Be happy for whatcha got

quit complainin’ about bad times,

All these sentences mean a lot

cause ya readin’ my rappin’ rhymes.

Go out and do somethin’ nice

its time thatcha give,

Let this be strong advice

there should be no motive.

My next rappin’ rhyme

might be my best,

For I’ve got some time

ta give my brain a rest.

Don’t need no rhyme or reason

ta spread the love ‘round,

For this is the season

just get up off the ground!

‘Twas a week before Noel

and all through the streets,

Da criminal was in his cell

thinkin who can he cheats.

He’ll be out by New Year

few bucks when he leave,

Buyin vodka and a beer

thinkin how ta deceive.

Been years since he’s seen

people out all night,

Eatin’ all that cuisine

washed down with !nBev light?

For da man that we trusted

Hertz did like him too,

OJ finally got busted

But not by killin two.

We learn from our past

becomin smarter each day,

The things we’ve amassed

don’t mean squat anyway.

Ya can’t take it with u

this ain’t no lie,

I’m tryin’ ta construe

be generous before you die.

Be happy for whatcha got

quit complainin’ about bad times,

All these sentences mean a lot

cause ya readin’ my rappin’ rhymes.

Go out and do somethin’ nice

its time thatcha give,

Let this be strong advice

there should be no motive.

My next rappin’ rhyme

might be my best,

For I’ve got some time

ta give my brain a rest.

Don’t need no rhyme or reason

ta spread the love ‘round,

For this is the season

just get up off the ground!

Merry Christmas!