I was nerdy and pathetic when I was a teenager. The only Sikh boy in the entire school. Turbaned with unshorn hair with a sprouting beard, I was different from everyone else. Sikhs are a minority in India, and I was in Ahmedabad, Gujarat. The capital of Hindutva politics. Needless to say, I got picked on a lot. A lot. I was angry, inside. Someone made me hear Eminem one day, and I got inspired to write my very first original poem. I stumbled upon it tonight and thought it was just silly enough to make public. Please keep in mind that I was a teenage Indian boy who had just been introduced to rap and was by no means an authority on Hip-Hop lingo.
Read it in the funny Indian accent the Americans are getting so good at these days.
Here goes funny:
My Hairstyle Rap
Hey you, asshole, whatcha lookin' at?
Yeah I got long hair, but then, so what?
Hey you, watcha laughing at?
Ya got yellow teeth, atleast I don't have that!
Ha Ha Ha Check Check Check Check
Kiss a snake on its neck neck
Ya gotta have guts to do it
But you can't, 'cos ure so full o' shit!
A dumb, cheap asshole, that's what I 'll call ya
I'll piss on ure dead skull, and then I'll damn ya!
'Cos u don't know no shit about
Where all the cool peeps of the town hang out.
Ure not cool, ure just a fool
Whenever you see a tit you drool.
I'll kick ure ass and ure mother I'll fuck
So get outta my face if you want some luck!
Every dood has the freedom to choose
If he wants to look like a goat or a goose
(A goat or a goose, a lion or a moose!)
Short hair or long hair, it doesn't really matter,
Its whatcha eat that makes yer ass fatter!
Hey you, watcha lookin at?
Turn yer head around or I'll kick your sorry ass!
Hope the intense emotions came through. Sky out.
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