"wigga" poems
Cars, are's, bars, git-are's, oov-are's, dars and mars
With these I can construct a rooping Flargnar. Cigars.
And without these I am too **** in the far. Pooping in the car.
Now can I find the Kragar? Or have a lost it in Nar?
Wigga foug under the dug like a big bug in the rain, its all the same.
What a doog? Got a Spoog? Butter up your hands and put them in the dands.
If ever should have shooken my loog, then up-chuck all the poog! What a gwoog! Me!
But who else could it have been! In the long run no one but we.
We cannot it be, it was the glove who fell in love with that dove!
Show me the rub! For we need it to subsub.
Hrug, Hrug, hrug magug! shrug off the flug, please doug do a love for the bitter twub!
In the end it doesn't matter, I had to fub to wub it dub!
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Yo
Too many worrin about words
Too many worrin bout language
Too many muthafukkas spoutin off over who said what
Well let me tell ya
Im bigga
Set this off like a trigga
Go figga
Set a trap like a rigga
Then pick her
Up at the spot for a gigga
Ice cold beer,
A 40 for this wigga
Rollin fat
Get in back
Bounce like tigga
Up and over place a bet like
Doug VanHigga
I made that up
Bust a nut
Fill this cup with a piggy pigga
Round *** honeys
Rachet with Dirk Ziggla
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Okay so this is a project I am working on for fun. It is a song about pants hanging low. I hate that sh!t. Anyways this is the first verse and chorus. Please let me know what you think. Remember it is meant to be funny but I want it to make sense too. Hoping to make it a video on Youtube when it's finished.<Fingers Crossed>
Today's just another day I make the mistake to hesitate to awake
So now I'm late for my date with fate. I don't hate the breakfast I ate
But I think I rate too harshly today cause my innate irate state is now awake
See now...
As I look for my jeans the unforseen scene unfolds before my caffiene free life
Another serene latrine cleaned by my mean queen with her keen green eyes
So I convene just thirteen minutes obscene. With my demeaned destiny I collide
Because...
This hand I was dealt fell to hell when none of my wealth contained a belt
So don't dwell on my saggy spell cause it ain't a rebel. Can't you tell now I'm compelled to excel at
The Wigga Walk
Oh yea The Wigga Walk
I'm waddling like a penguin bro
'Cause my crotch hangs low
So I'm stuck doing The Wigga walk
Yeaaaa... The Wigga Walk
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
**** man why am I here
....
**** looks like we doin it
yeah ..
***** they ain't no writ out for me
but I owe you
yeah I know you got me out of that hole I was diggin
I got all the people I need around me so don't come Wiggin
grew up singing em that wigga got me thru hell
...
Hell marshals the one who got me here writing this ****
so sit the **** down and listen to this white kid rapping
man I done my fair share or crime
But I'll always find time to make another rhyme
...
Yeah I was kicked out at 16
left to fend for myself
I'm ******* young but my mind is numb
actin dumb Leaving all the snakes in my rear view
the people round me be new
but who the **** are you to say boo
if only you knew where I have been
and the **** I've seen
I wouldnt wish the **** I been through on no one
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC