A Right Capital Bousing Match

🎩🧐 #Tomfoolery 🎩🧐 Get your mustache properly primped. The very fancy white glove have been thrown. Will you keep a stiff upper lip… or return fire with fine proper diction? XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 1: Drop Your Retort Remix, mash-up, or other craft your own civil savagery. Bring your best bars beau monde to the chap-hop scene. Go sharp and show these old chums that the water’s not too hot. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 2: Dress for the Duel Create cover art that feels like a Victorian vanity project gone wild. If your pinky is up high and your posture is perfect, you’re doing it right. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 3: Hijack the House of Lords Tag your creation with #Tomfoolery You can add this to your lyrics section: ==========☕🎩🍰========== Made for #Tomfoolery. Check the link for more details. https://suno.com/playlist/ee4f5b81-7a98-41c1-874c-a0981b9af536 ==========☕🎩🍰========== XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 4: Mind Your Manners Comment on the original track so the gents know you’ve stepped into the lobby. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 5: Mix the Biscuits Blast your fellow duelists across the playlist banquet. They will appreciate your spittle. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX Step 6: Echo the Etiquette Paste these rules (or the short link version) into your track description so the patrician addiction keeps multiplying. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX And that’s it. Fix your collar and pour the tea. 🎩🧐 The tomfoolery continues! XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX -------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------- [Intro] Straight ladies, and sober men, I’ve had a quite few drinks and then A challenge, or just one perceived regretably my ears received Gentlemen can have a snort of spirits in the club Just don’t resort to challenge me or… something something… rhymes with club Time is short of late and I feel my leisure stretching thinner Drinks methinks at club a jinx and more imbibed at dinner when a challenge dropped amid the courses what disaster Drunk I skipped dessert well forced off course but still the master Chaps perhaps a moment now before I leave the premises I’ll respond now strongly to the howl from this polemicist Drunk or not my shot debunking lore-ish laden boasts relies on trying to advise the risks of raising toasts [Sample] “Sometimes it is risky to take too lightly the Whiskey” Flattering or battering us Please chum do make it clear Reaction to distraction must be prompted from your fear My dear old chap may-haps your rap though yapped out most prestigious-ly has simply put put a blasting cap on TNT egregiously Sip dross at cost in Quacko’s bar A boss in your own universe The lizard on bassoon croons tunes to part a smart man from his purse As coop platoons you just lampooned chadmantium spoons aloft put rest to test of best of them your words at best look soft “What’s that Whiskey? Feeling frisky?” Bad man shot but Bad-ly missed me Anyone, anything, anywhere, anytime? Me and thee two crystal glasses, Bristol, wine at nine Methinks a drink-off in a blink will prove to one and all That bad or fat in drunk combat you’ll fold before last call Not crude or rude word spoken we imbibe til one is broken Glowing bright green whiskey til you’ve choked on what you’re soaked in Old Bean like seen on some newfangled moving picture screen dripping sweat from sad regret will moisten your cuisine ‘Tis The Season-ing, indeed some salt and pep to zest your tears Stumble home alone your bill as usual here in arrears I’ll pay your tab a hansom cab I’ll also grab for you and then I most expect I won’t detect your presence til The Season ends I respect that you expect your beck and call is what we serve Respecting and agreeing though are different things you must concur You sir are like burr on butt a lesser man would surely say Professor, nay aggressor gaily playing daily at a game A window dressing turd processor guessing rhymes supposing meaning Intervening here I kick a house of cards already leaning Seeming mean perhaps I lean towards thinking mom of yours was drinking ‘fore your birth the worth explained of you and words you’re random-linking ‘Nuff said Bad, to bed with all your word-ly condescension Yer mom was bombed and had no qualms with ditching birth prevention Maybe baby grew to drink brew too and isn’t truly screwed in con-test up and coming summing up I think you’ll end up stewed In closing I jes’ want to say thet I… ah… Yo’ mamma. Did I leave my horse keys in… House keys! I meant house keys. Did I leave them in my horse? In the bar? Who said horse? I certainly did not. I think I shall go now and make mad, passionate love to… whomever lets me Who said my horse? Bugger off Can we agree now though that... [Sample] “Sometimes it is risky to take too lightly the Whiskey” [end]