Saturday, August 01, 2009

Death Of Anterior Cruciate Ligaments

Ever since "D.O.A." dropped, Enigmatik and myself will gchat new lyrics to the song, some funnier than others. Here's a lil' ditty we drafted (working title "D.O.A.C.L.") this morning, while reflecting on Drake's recent injury:

only nigga to dance on stage, fall on his face
"Drake is illest rapper"?, get ya leg replaced
hold up!

THIS IS ANTI-WALKING
DEATH OF THE ACL
DRAKE GOT HIS SWAG-ON ONSTAGE THEN THE NIGGA FELL
UGH
GET THEM CRUTCHES OUT
UGH
MAKE A GROWN MAN CRY OUT
UGH
PAIN HURT SO BAD, CLOSE YA EYELIDS
THIS IS DEATH OF ACL, MOMENT OF SILENCE

(good riddance)

niggas turns ain't tight
his left ain't right
screaming in pain all night
[THAT'S TOO FAR NIGGA!]

I MIGHT WEAR A CAST FOR A YEAR STRAIGHT...
I MIGHT ROCK CRUTCHES, FUCK IT, CANES!

Grab the instrumental and fill in the gaps.

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