Naggers In The House

I have decided to write, record and release a hip-hop song, using the sick flavours that reside in my off-the-hook street chromosomes. The song will be called ‘Naggers In The House’. Each verse will be sung by a man doing an irritating woman’s voice, complaining. The lyrics will be something along the lines of ‘You leave your shoes at the bottom of the stairs/You don’t care/You said you’d go to the gym/But you haven’t been’, and so on and so on, as she generally complains about her boyfriend letting himself go and leaving the house in a mess. The chorus will be like ‘Naggers in the house!! All my naggers in the house!! Naggers in the house!! Naggers in the house!!’, or something equally sophisticated. I do happen to be white, but that hasn’t hurt Eminem. Also, I am still quite young, which means I could have a long and fruitful music career working within the hip-hop genre, until I get shot and killed by some East Coast bitches. So, record companies, come and sign me up! I’ll be bringing the ruffneck flow 24/7, non-stop, even though I always be knowin’ what time it is. Bookah!