yo, D-man-Don you my brother, ain’t none other, milly-mackin, rap-slapin king, heard your verse and checked the room, Stan walked in, said, “what’s the word?” I said, Dons,” rap in with the birds, quack-quack, quick, he cracked up, I wrote back, kept it backed up, Stan kept laughin, nerd got shaky, I’m just sayin half gone shaky, then Mary apears like, “what’s this?” pointin at stan, she can’t miss it, sees his hair says, “man, please,” I got you,, “you had to be there, can’t explain this breeze.” and the smell in the air, Stans farts fill the room marys eyes waterin laughin, cryin, can’t say it right, Mary goes, “why you bent up tonight?” I say, “Don’s rap got Stan acting slick, like a stick falling like brick stans a nerd all fried, like a pot pie I’m drafting lines at the speed of talkin rap-rap-rap, all teeth, no walkin, she goes, “whoa, that’s a wild mix,” I hit back, “yeah, that’s the trick.” Then I fold up laughing, can’t hold my lips smackin , Me, Stan, Mary just stare, then grin, “good grief,” we say, “call d-man- Don, bring him in!” he can do some real smackin yo, D-man-Don you my brother, ain’t none other, milly-mackin, rap-slapin king, rap in with the birds, and we go quack-quack, Im out like a scout, drop the mic, thats tight and we all go quack-quack, quack-quack, quack-quack quack-quack, ,quack-quack, quack-quack, quack-quack, quack-quack, im out tnight and we’re off, right after him, running.
