With a personal trainer and a former Olympic champion for parents, it's no wonder that Summer Needs is a little water baby. The six-week-old daughter of Rebecca Adlington and Harry Needs has only just arrived into the world, but she's already enjoyed a dip in the pool three times.

Becky, who has previously said that giving birth was harder than winning her gold medals, has opened up about her baby's first swimming lesson – and how much motherhood has changed her life.

"It was absolutely brilliant," Becky told HELLO! Online of Summer's first dip. "You never know how babies are going to react but Summer was absolutely brilliant in the water. When we first bathed her, she just screamed the whole time so I was a bit worried but now she loves bath time."

Baby Summer was just three and a half weeks old when she first had a splash in the pool, and since then, new parents Becky and Harry have taken their daughter back twice.

"We both love being in the water so for us, it's amazing that we can take her in and share this family time together," said Becky. "Harry and I go in the water and pass her to one another and take turns going under the water. She comes back up, blinks a lot and there's been no tears at all. It's going really well so far."

Calling it her best memory yet, Becky, 26, added: "That's the one thing I was so excited about, taking her swimming and buying the costumes. She can't do much at this stage – we can't take her to the zoo and she doesn't really play with toys yet – but swimming is the one thing she can do and we can all do it together as a family."

Speaking about her little one, Becky, who says Summer has her eyes and Harry's nose, said: "She's really content. She's really laid back and chilled but when she wants something, like her ***** changed or she wants food, she definitely lets you know about it. She's a bit feisty in that way and she doesn't give you much warning.

"It's like, 'I want it now'. And you have to let her scream for a little bit while you get it ready and you're like, 'Okay Summer just chill out, you've literally gone from fast asleep to bawling your head off!' She's a bit impatient like us as well."

While Becky has been on maternity leave, personal trainer Harry went straight back to work after one week, but the nature of his job – working in the early mornings and late at night – has meant that he hasn't missed out on taking care of Summer during the day.

"Harry's definitely hands-on," said the former Olympian. "He's been changing her and feeding her. We share the responsibility and he's around for everything – he's seen Summer smile for the first time. It's hard for him because he's juggling work with family time but he's been absolutely amazing."

The Mansfield-born star has fully embraced her new role as a mother – something she has always wanted to be.

"Life is completely different but not in a bad way," she admitted. "You have to plan a bit more, you can't just walk out the house, but at the same time I've always wanted to be a mum.

"It's amazing how you love your baby straight away. You can't really explain it, you can't describe it. People spoke to me before about unconditional love and that you'll do anything for your baby, but you don't really realise it until it happens to you. It's bizarre because you don't know them and they don't know you but you just love them so much. It's absolutely amazing.

"It's definitely been life-changing but I guess it'll change when I go back to work, when Summer starts nursery. You have to accept that life will never be the same again but that's what's so exciting."

Describing motherhood in a nutshell, Becky added: "I'm such a family girl, it's amazing having that family time. It makes you realise that that's all you really need in life, as long as your family are happy and healthy then that's all that matters."

It's early days but the couple have already spoken about having more children.

Becky said: "About two days after I gave birth, Harry asked, 'So babe, when are we gonna try for another?' I said 'Not yet, I need my body to recover!' Nine months being pregnant is a long time! We do want a big family and we'd like a close age gap between our children, but we also want to give our time to Summer."

Becky, who has partnered with HUGGIES® Little Swimmers®, is encouraging all parents to don their swimsuits and have fun with their little ones in the water – even if babies and children are a little hesitant at first.

"For a kid who's absolutely tiny, that big pool is very, very big," said Becky. "Parents should recognise that each step is a huge achievement. Even if their child is just sitting on the side with their feet in the pool, that's better than last week when they just stood around.

"It's about persistence and taking them swimming regularly, and then that fear will disappear. Also taking them out of their lessons and going together as a family is good. If your children see you in the water as a parent, they'll know it's not a scary place."

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[I shall out-love everybody until there's nobody left.] For 38 years Becky wanted to smell like someone else when finally the opportunity came for her to smell like Ernest Borgnine's wife by using an excitingly-new perfume. One evening at an elegant dinner party several wealthy women complimented Becky's scent. "Darling, I know the Borgnines and you smell like one of them!" Becky was so proud that she wrote to Ernest: "Dear Ernest: Smelling like you or your wife has elevated me in various social circles. I can now mingle freely with others who have chosen (without coercion) to carry the scent of your family and for that I'm immeasurably grateful. Lovingly yours, your smell-alike amiga Becky." 2 weeks later Becky received the Borgnine family reply from Ernie: "Becky, I wish that I could smell you but alas I'm in Hollywood starring in an important movie about World War 2. Please accept this 1-gallon jug of Ernest Borgnine's Midnight Seduction Perfume. Your friend, Ernie." Becky was elated. Her prayer request to smell like a Hollywood movie star (or his wife) had been granted. Now she could attend Catholic mass like a real woman, one who smelled important; one whose scent bespoke of triumph & recognition. From that day until her tragic death in a gator-feeding mishap, Becky held firmly to her convictions which served her financially. Becky's Tuba Polish became the standard tuba polish for every Moslem woman over 50 in Sumatra, Indonesia.
   Enraged by smallish Negroes with large butts that betrayed God's original design, Ernie Borgnine applied copious amounts of perfume to his groin and other "problem" areas. "That ought to make England's queen take note," he muttered to Jeff Higgins, his trusted homosexual lover & Boy Scout big-wig. "Let's go Jeff!" Ernie barked because there was 500 miles of rough road to cross before Russia would be in view. "Jeff, take my *****," Ernie whispered moments after they entered the ***** house which was in shambles from World War 2 activities. "Hello, I'm Ernesto Borgino and I'm here for a *******. Do you have one with red hair?" Suddenly, like a huge **** from a swollen ******, there was an explosive disruption from the *** Room. "Jesus Winston Churchill! What was that?!" Jeff begged to find out. "Nothing to be concerned about Jeffy! Now give me back my *****!" Ernie exclaimed.

ERNEST BORGNINE'S LEGACY [I shall out-love everybody until there's nobody left.] For 38 years Becky wanted to smell like someone else when finally the opportunity came for her to smell like Ernest Borgnine's wife by using an excitingly-new perfume. One evening at an elegant dinner party several wealthy women complimented Becky's scent. "Darling, I know the Borgnines and you smell like one of them!" Becky was so proud that she wrote to Ernest: "Dear Ernest: Smelling like you or your wife has elevated me in various social circles. I can now mingle freely with others who have chosen (without coercion) to carry the scent of your family and for that I'm immeasurably grateful. Lovingly yours, your smell-alike amiga Becky." 2 weeks later Becky received the Borgnine family reply from Ernie: "Becky, I wish that I could smell you but alas I'm in Hollywood starring in an important movie about World War 2. Please accept this 1-gallon jug of Ernest Borgnine's Midnight Seduction Perfume. Your friend, Ernie." Becky was elated. Her prayer request to smell like a Hollywood movie star (or his wife) had been granted. Now she could attend Catholic mass like a real woman, one who smelled important; one whose scent bespoke of triumph & recognition. From that day until her tragic death in a gator-feeding mishap, Becky held firmly to her convictions which served her financially. Becky's Tuba Polish became the standard tuba polish for every Moslem woman over 50 in Sumatra, Indonesia.
   Enraged by smallish Negroes with large butts that betrayed God's original design, Ernie Borgnine applied copious amounts of perfume to his groin and other "problem" areas. "That ought to make England's queen take note," he muttered to Jeff Higgins, his trusted homosexual lover & Boy Scout big-wig. "Let's go Jeff!" Ernie barked because there was 500 miles of rough road to cross before Russia would be in view. "Jeff, take my *****," Ernie whispered moments after they entered the ***** house which was in shambles from World War 2 activities. "Hello, I'm Ernesto Borgino and I'm here for a *******. Do you have one with red hair?" Suddenly, like a huge **** from a swollen ******, there was an explosive disruption from the *** Room. "Jesus Winston Churchill! What was that?!" Jeff begged to find out. "Nothing to be concerned about Jeffy! Now give me back my *****!" Ernie exclaimed.

[I shall out-love everybody until there's nobody left.] For 38 years Becky wanted to smell like someone else when finally the opportunity came for her to smell like Ernest Borgnine's wife by using an excitingly-new perfume. One evening at an elegant dinner party several wealthy women complimented Becky's scent. "Darling, I know the Borgnines and you smell like one of them!" Becky was so proud that she wrote to Ernest: "Dear Ernest: Smelling like you or your wife has elevated me in various social circles. I can now mingle freely with others who have chosen (without coercion) to carry the scent of your family and for that I'm immeasurably grateful. Lovingly yours, your smell-alike amiga Becky." 2 weeks later Becky received the Borgnine family reply from Ernie: "Becky, I wish that I could smell you but alas I'm in Hollywood starring in an important movie about World War 2. Please accept this 1-gallon jug of Ernest Borgnine's Midnight Seduction Perfume. Your friend, Ernie." Becky was elated. Her prayer request to smell like a Hollywood movie star (or his wife) had been granted. Now she could attend Catholic mass like a real woman, one who smelled important; one whose scent bespoke of triumph & recognition. From that day until her tragic death in a gator-feeding mishap, Becky held firmly to her convictions which served her financially. Becky's Tuba Polish became the standard tuba polish for every Moslem woman over 50 in Sumatra, Indonesia.

[I shall out-love everybody until there's nobody left.] For 38 years Becky wanted to smell like someone else when finally the opportunity came for her to smell like Ernest Borgnine's wife by using an excitingly-new perfume. One evening at an elegant dinner party several wealthy women complimented Becky's scent. "Darling, I know the Borgnines and you smell like one of them!" Becky was so proud that she wrote to Ernest: "Dear Ernest: Smelling like you or your wife has elevated me in various social circles. I can now mingle freely with others who have chosen (without coercion) to carry the scent of your family and for that I'm immeasurably grateful. Lovingly yours, your smell-alike amiga Becky." 2 weeks later Becky received the Borgnine family reply from Ernie: "Becky, I wish that I could smell you but alas I'm in Hollywood starring in an important movie about World War 2. Please accept this 1-gallon jug of Ernest Borgnine's Midnight Seduction Perfume. Your friend, Ernie." Becky was elated. Her prayer request to smell like a Hollywood movie star (or his wife) had been granted. Now she could attend Catholic mass like a real woman, one who smelled important; one whose scent bespoke of triumph & recognition. From that day until her tragic death in a gator-feeding mishap, Becky held firmly to her convictions which served her financially. Becky's Tuba Polish became the standard tuba polish for every Moslem woman over 50 in Sumatra, Indonesia.
  Enraged by smallish Negroes with large butts that betrayed God's original design, Ernie Borgnine applied copious amounts of perfume to his groin and other "problem" areas. "That ought to make England's queen take note," he muttered to Jeff Higgins, his trusted homosexual lover & Boy Scout big-wig. "Let's go Jeff!" Ernie barked because there was 500 miles of rough road to cross before Russia would be in view. "Jeff, take my *****," Ernie whispered moments after they entered the ***** house which was in shambles from World War 2 activities. "Hello, I'm Ernesto Borgino and I'm here for a *******. Do you have one with red hair?" Suddenly, like a huge **** from a swollen ******, there was an explosive disruption from the *** Room. "Jesus Winston Churchill! What was that?!" Jeff begged to find out. "Nothing to be concerned about Jeffy! Now give me back my *****!" Ernie exclaimed.

I never asked who I was praying to
never needed to know
just Watched the dice roll as wishes did off my tongue
Cringed on the gamblers table.
See, my sister needed a bike
As much as she craved transportation
I craved sin more.
So when god dialed his voicemail and got my wish for fire
He transfered over the call
Or rather, down
And I became a jumble of kindling and wood.
On Christmas, the bike sat beneath the tree in a big red ribbon.
My sister sat with her hands clasped in prayer, and suddenly her fingers fell off.
She couldn't ride a bike with no fingers,
So santa swapped out the tags.
Signing the bike over to me.
Soaking my sisters tears in my flames.
Greed wasn't the only thing I prayed for,
I asked for ***. Lots of ***. And coffee. And Comic Sans to dissapear forever
And I got it. Most of it.
I still have to deal with ******* Comic Sans.
Even God cannot be that kind.
With all my wishes there was a price,
A horror, a trauma, to balance out all my bad karma for making these "wishes"
Or "deals".
With whoever was listening
If not God, someone...
It was Becky.
I call it Becky.
The voice
It's less intimidating than schizophrenia, or D.I.D, or the Devil.
When I pray to Becky.
She does not say a word back. she giggles,
In the corners of my eyes, waiting.
Listening to me beg for vices, slowly sacrificing my sanity.
Giving me everything I ask for,
And taking everything I want.

Mrs. Becky was old,
Mrs. Becky was ill.
She turn into mush on her 365th day on earth.
She had no sense of anything, she was just a zombie.
We wanted to help,
We knew we couldn't.
But we had no sense or reason,
Becky was sure to die.

I run from Becky,
She won't follow,
Lost to Jesus,
I live in sorrow.

I dwell in pain,
I shed some tears,
Change for the better,
But I'm still afraid

That I'll have to
Live without her,
Haven't seen her
Since last November,

I try to forget,
The things she shared,
The pain she left,
The way we met.

I think of her
And let her go
If you read this Becky,
I love you so

In this ache,
That I put myself in
I decided,
I run to Becky.

Hello, Becky Watts.
I didn't know you and you didn't know me.
I know my words can't bring you back,
But I hope that they will inspire people to think about you and your family.

The story of this 16 year old girl broke my heart,
but I can't imagine how much her family is going through.
Young, beautiful and kind are three words that I have read about you.
You are a great loss to this world.

To the family of this beautiful spirit,
I pray for love, luck and hope for your family.

You may feel that you have lost a big part of your life,
but she is still there with you,
In mind and spirit and in the hearts of us all.

R.I.P Becky Watts

the thought of death is an uneasy thought
in my case it's a ****** nightmare

on the 16th day of May, 1967, Mr Youngblood took his 6th grade class to the playground as he always did, every Tuesday after lunch. The kids spread out to their usual positions. Some played catch with Mr Youngblood. A few, like Roger and me went to the basketball net and several played on the monkey bars, both of which were part of the big asphalt square. Just opposite this area was the soccer field and then some good distance between that and the Middle School. Lots of open space for a bunch of suburban kids to have fun. The Sun was bright and the wind was light and the temperature was right around perfect. We had been playing for 10 minutes or so when the wind picked up and clouds seemed to move in out of nowhere. We all thought it must be a storm coming...and it was. A distant laugh froze everyone. At first no-one saw him, but then we all saw him at once. He was walking across the soccer field towards us, long deliberate strides with long thin legs that seemed to bend once slightly below where the knee should be and again slightly above, making each stride awkwardly horrifying. Where he came from is a mystery as there was nothing but open land behind him for several hundred yards. He was tall and lanky and as he approached us, I noticed that his face was contorted and discolored...a pale, almost painted white and he had jet black hair combed back, long and greasy. His lips were thin and black and his eyes bloodshot and almond shaped. He wore a black suit, a black shirt and candy apple red tie. He looked like a mosh-up of Curry's Pennywise and Ledger's Joker, only I would have traded for either one of those ******* right now over this guy, ten to one. He came to the edge of the concrete square. Johnny ****** his pants and Charlene fell from the monkey bars, landing awkwardly on her left side and causing a compound fracture, her radius protruding from her skin leaving her hand dangling like a dead fish. She did not scream either because she was scared it might draw his attention or she was going into shock...or maybe both. He took two more steps forward and then began laughing as if he'd just heard the funniest joke he'd ever been told. His teeth looked as if they'd been replaced with shark's teeth. I swear there were rows of them and his mouth stretched inhumanly wide. His laugh slowly winded down to a snarl, and he gave a long look to each one of us, as if he was burning the faces to memory. And then he spoke..."You children just go on having lots of fun! Well, except for you Johnny...didn't your Mom just rip you a new *** for ******* your pants at Grandma's? shame, shame!" And Johnny was off...tripping twice before he got his feet under him. "You run home and ...Ha Ha Ha...oh my...change your pants, you pathetic little ****!" Mr Youngblood picked up Charlene and started to carry her inside. By this time her pretty pink dress was soaked in blood. The freak addressed him. "Nice man...but you can't save them. In a few days they will all be mine." He laughed again and every kid ran for their lives back to the school. I was the only one who stayed. To this day I'm not sure why. He turned and walked towards me slowly. "What have we here? The little man isn't running with the others. Are you not afraid Billy boy? Afraid for your life?"...and he leaned in close...close enough that I smelled a foulness that cannot be described. "Because that is what I'm here for...your life!" "Who are you?", I asked... and with that his dark black and pointed eyebrows raised and he straightened up. "Who am I...Who am I? My, my the boy has a backbone. The nerve to question while others lose control of their bladders. Well, I'll tell you who I am, child. I am God's worst nightmare. I am every ***** little secret thought you've ever had. I am evil in all it's forms wrapped up in one little package and sent to collect the souls of the innocent. All of you here today will be mine tomorrow. Roger will fall down the stairs off of his front porch and break his neck. Charlene will die from infection due to that nasty little accident and Becky will be hit by the school bus Thursday morning. That will be most nasty! Almost a decapitation. I won't bore you with the rest, but they will all die. Hmmm...you know what Billy... I like you, so I'm thinking, perhaps...yes, I'm going to make a special offer to my new special friend. I won't take your soul until you die from natural causes. What do you think of that idea? At that moment, when your family is gathered round your bedside after suffering that...well, maybe you don't want to know the details... you will see a bright light...but you won't be going towards the light Billy...at that moment I will place my hand on your shoulder and that light will slowly fade into darkness and we will meet again, and you will become my apprentice. So, what do you think of that, Billy? Do you want to be my apprentice, or do I **** you now? Come, come...I haven't much time!" I tried to answer, but my mouth was as dry as cardboard and I could only manage a weak gasp. That laugh again and he turned and walked away in the same direction..."I'll take that as a yes. Remember, you are mine upon your death, Billy boy!" The wind died and the Sun appeared again.
By the end of the week, every child on the playground that day had died...exactly as he stated they would.

And now you know why, even in my darkest days, I never, ever contemplate suicide.

It's Funny how such Energy persist
When the Fourth Great Angel told me to Prud,
Staking Green Papers for her to insist
And see whether I behave or becrud
Even when the Situation intensed
By the Fallen One a Coward-for-Words
She took the Shield; And gave a Good Defense,
Plucking Feathers dearly in Screams they heard
You are the Heroine mostly Admire
In Duty latest Feelings compensate
Seven Wings drop by, waiting for Desire,
The Good Kind which all Good Women must take.
Wait for the other Four whilst keeping Knots
As the Boy in Blue Trunks took his Time forgot.

I loved Becky,
she had an infected heart,
four piercings in each ear
& bigger ***** than most guys.
She was more honest too.
Her daddy started banging her at six
& mother picked up tricks to make ends meet.
I could trust her.
Any girl who could survive that **** intact
was good in my book.
And besides, I was crazy about scorpion tattoos.

What I really want to know,
Is while her frock flies to and fro,
Have you really seen her knees?

Her toes are an absolute pleasure,
her ankles are fun to measure,
Despite all this fun at leisure,
I'm a stranger to those knees.

She'd rather charm and please,
Tantalize, tickle and tease,
Than show those blasted knees!

And when I tell her so-
She'll display her elbow
and say "They're just the same,
with a different name".

Some day in her eyes, lemon I’ll squirt,
then quickly tear the hem of her skirt
And take a good look at those knees.

She had a pink unicorn tat
running in a trail of pixie-stardust,
emblazed on her upper left shoulder.
Despite the ravages
up and down
her scarred arms,
she still kept the eyes
of a newborn doe.
Wide and brilliant,
but dimmed when
she rode the horse.
I cried all my reserves
when I heard
she crossed over
to the land of fantasy,
the resting place
for single-horned
animal lovers.
In no way,
did that sweet
little
dear girl
deserve such
a tragic ending.
Strangely now,
I shiver
when I look up
at the million twinkling stars,
I think of Becky
and her sad beginning.

Swept into a space too small to hold me.
His eyes put me there at first glance.
The containment welcome as I had to catch my breath.
Mesmerized by the shape of his features!
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams alive.
Swept into his land of him and the pleasure he gives.
Held close by his attention and sweet words.
His allure carefully crafted with his heartless soul.
Mesmerized by his amazing mouth and touch.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams desire.
Swept into his land of lies and deception.
Confusion is abound as I hit the ground.
No longer blind to his games and fake love.
Mesmerized by my inability to make truth real.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams need.
Swept into his land of pain and sorrow.
Reality is so hard to maintain in my mind.
His web woven in captivating moments.
Mesmerized by the memories of us in love.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams mine.
Swept into his land of closure.
My feelings slowly matching the reality I despise.
The need for him fills every inch of me.
Mesmerized by how weak I've become.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams player.
Swept into his land of done.
He won't give any part of him to sooth me.
Nothing he has is for me as he is over it.
Mesmerized by my lack of composure.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams deception.
Swept into my land of reality.
He is gone and I am so alone.
Cut off from the ability to find new love.
Mesmerized by my denial of his lack.
Oh what a beautiful man he is.
Everything about him screams ouch.
Becky Jo Gibson 2-26-16

I always wondered what happened to Becky.
She’d crank up the crack pipe
& love that thing
‘till she passed out,
usually four days later.
The open sores scarred her face
& her missing teeth were unbecoming
for what was once such a beautiful smile.
Somebody must have really gotten to her spirit.
But whatever the case,
the real reasons for her downhill slide,
those drug companies
are going to pay
someday,
truth.

A blanket for you, please cover yourself.
It took so many knots to bring it together.
Now I'm stuck sleeping underneath it, feeling like I cant remember anything but dreams.
It's been in my closet anyways, next to my dying kombucha mother.
They're out of sight, so they are out of mind.
Thank you, I love you but that's only because I know half of you.
I feel better at your house because I have no attachments to your person.
I had one but he has fled now.
Thank you for the blanket Becky, maybe I forgot to tell you.

Thump Thump
Said the beat of my heart.
Perfectly synchronized with the
Bump Bump
Of her heart.
Two sets of lips inching up either side of his thighs,
Spread wide apart.
The melody of his respiration lost in the rhythm of his inspiration
Rhythmic
Swayed two tongues
Twenty fingers
Two bra straps undone.
Two heads of curls
Curled around one head
One hell of a baptism
Christened upon the holy sheets of the bed.
Two trails of saliva...
Describe to me the sensation of tongue on skin;
Offers of salvation for the sins that lie within.
Her eyes are alluring.
Bright eyes .
Chariot to heaven
He's got an Angel on each thigh.
That's two tongues
Crying,
One to devour each side.
Mesmerized
Spread wings and fly;
Hypnotized.
When you arrive at the pearly gate, we told him
Just come inside.

When we first met and fell in love, so many years ago,

We were so young and full of life, oh how I loved her so!

I still recall the picnic, once on a summer’s day,

When there were no other people, to interrupt our play,

She came softly to me, and whispered in my ear.

Don’t you know I’ll love you, all my living years.

I’ll give my heart and all my love as long as I shall live.

And in return one thing I ask, and hope that you will give.

It’s just a little part of you , I need and want you see,

And , sweetheart if you give it, you’ll not get it back from

me.

I want your heart forever, and maybe one more day.

So darling if you want me, that’s all you’ll have to pay.

Soon after that we married, and lived so happily.

And as for other women, none could I ever see.

We never did have children, much as we desired.

So it was just my Beck and me, our love always on fire.

She loved me like she said she would, and made my life

complete.

And I never hurt her, or caused a single
tear,

Because I loved my Becky, too much to ever cheat.

Now that was many years ago, and time has slipped by fast.

Some say I’m just a crazy man, for living in the past.

But now my body’s withered up in pain, and ravaged with old

age.

And  Becky’s gone and left me, must be two years or more.

I pray to God that someday soon, He’ll open up this cage,

And let me fly away from here, and cool this awful rage.

So when the angel comes to take  me to her, I’ll be sitting by the

brook,

Reading tear stained pages in Becky’s favorite Bible book.

This past year was a ******
Looking back, it kinda makes me wonder
How it came and went and **** near took everyone under
Its crazy out here and even though it was tough
I'ma run it back, this is 2016 Rap Up

Denver won the Super Bowl, Cam came up short
Leo got his Oscar and El Chapo got caught
They got mosquitoes with the Zika, so don't get bit
Peyton and Kobe Bryant both called it quits
I gotta admit, Fam, I get mad as ****
When I swipe my card and they say "No, You gotta use your chip"
**** Daniel, "Hamilton" was lit
Who let Kanye West get 53 million in debt?
And Rihanna went to work without taking a pause
ISIS popping and y'all worried about bathroom laws?!?
Come on, fam
How that sound?
So we out here standing up
Just so y'all can sit down?
Warriors went on a streak and then they got served
Panda was a hit and we couldn't understand the words
Huh, and Khaled kept snapping
These youngins keep mumbling
I guess y'all call that rapping
I've seen "Stranger Things", come on dude
Y'all out here shooting gorillas and punching kangaroos
Janet Jackson pregnant at 50, dog
So for you ol' broads, there might be some hope for y'all
I ain't throwing shade, it ain't that deep
**** I don't want nobody out here ******* with me in these streets
Then Birdman ran up on Charlamagne
And Lil' Wayne still not 'puttin' respect on his name'
Michael left Kelly trying to get paid
But the world stopped when Beyonce dropped Lemonade
She slayed, and over-shared
And ya'll still trying to find out about 'Becky with the good hair.'
As far as questions, I got one
"Hey Hov and B, is y'all finished or is y'all done?"
Son, I don't know if it was fake
I know KD did the running man challenge all the way to Golden State
The whole year made no sense
Dog, we live in a world without Muhammad Ali and no Prince
Then Gucci came home
And he looked so different y'all was like, "naw, that's got to be a clone"
Y'all was glued to y'all phones
And LeBron got it done for the Cavs and brought the chip back home
Snapchatting all over the place
I swear to God, if I see one more girl with a dog on her face
It was a sad year for sure
Instead of being woke though
Y'all wanted to play Pokemon Go!
And rap got weird, should we be concerned?
Young **** in a dress, Yung Joc got a perm
And everybody was in the Presidential race
Ryan Lochte, Oh he gets the Michael Phelps' face
Game and Meek beefing, Hillary and Trump
Kap took a knee, T.I., Brad Pitt got dumped
And Trump said he going to build a wall on the border
Ya'll will probably go to flip bottles water
The snow storm had the East underground
The kept shooting black men but wouldn't shoot killer clowns
They kept telling us to use our voices
Knowing **** well they ain't really give us no choices
Get an iPhone with no headphone cord
Or get a Galaxy and go and meet the Lord
See they go low, and we go high
You only got two friends. Why you trying to go Live?
I'ma miss the Obamas, I don't wanna see them go
My prayers to everyone that we lost in Orlando
The Oscars were so white they had to get Chris Rock
And the album of the year had to be Anderson.Paak
Cubs finally Won, Usain was on fire
Melania Trump hired the wrong ghostwriter
I'm petty with the manners
'Cuz I think Kim K. got robbed by Joanne the Scammer
Ooouuu
Biters keep testin' me
They making rappers, but they ain't got the recipe
Huh, Yeah that's facts
Shout to Young M.A. for bringing New York back
And I hear y'all talking about "Kanye is fine"
Well to us it look like Kanye done lost his mind
Cowboys kept ballin', them boys in the zone
Bryson Tiller came along, kept telling us "Don't"
I'm highly favored
I clap back on my haters
I be the beans, greens, potatoes, tomatoes
The mannequin challenge, oh, that's how y'all feel?
The World moving dog, we can't just stand still
Beyonce made sure y'all got in formation
One time for Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Did Drake bag J.Lo? I say kinda
But y'all was all up in arms over Rob and Chyna
And that's a new level of female pimping
Biggest L of the year goes to Hillary Clinton
You ask me, man, I thought she had it made
You ask me now, ****, I think we all got played
Another sign of the times
And now the whole World laughing at us, sounding like ChewbaccaMom
2016 was a bully and a punk
On top of that, now we gotta deal with Donald Trump?
Pardon me, as I vent
Bro, we made a reality star the President
And that just makes me sick
Talking about, "We gotta give him a chance." Naw
I ain't got to give him ****
It's going to be hard to cope
Because you can't have progress, dog, if you don't have hope
More pros, less rookies
And if America's ours, how we let it get grabbed by the *****?
They say I sound mad, off the cuff
Oh, I sound mad? Y'all don't sound mad enough
So from here on out, we gotta set the tone
Y'all protect yourself and protect your own
And way too many people got called back home
2016 you can go, and I'm glad you're gone
Felt like a long bad dream
I'm wishing you love and life, Welcome to 2017.

Skillz 12/31/2016.