Blizzard
she glances over to look at me as if I should know, "only the best band in the whole, entire world! How have you not heard of them before?"
I stop to listen to the terrible yet vaguely familiar lyrics. The guy rapping is the worst of the lot.
'Yo, taking up residence in the tree house of my best friend,
O-Dawg and I, the mega-tight end.
They ain't never seen a pro gangster with his posse,
you're my home, doggy.
We be looking so fine,
Jammie has them girls waiting in line.
My girl, FeeBee, a catch,
none to match.
Bab Populer