Thursday, March 1, 2012

Teach Me How to Cat Daddy?


I remember the days when music was music. Ya know, when Rap was Rap, and R&B was R&B, and Rock was Rock, and you could tell the difference. Nowadays I have no idea what half this shit is. On top of that, I gotta learn a freakin new dance each time a new hit takes over the radio.

Now I'm not complaining about dancing. Ur boy could bust a move. I made Young MC retire. Did you catch him in George Clooney's movie "Up in the Air?" He can no longer bust a move, nor does he look young.

Seriously though, why can't I just mouth the words and come up with my own dance? I literally used to 50 cent - 2 step to just about anything. Even classical music. Can't do that anymore. These kids will embarrass you. You gotta Superman, and Spiderman, and Jerk, and Stanky Leg, and Cat Daddy...shit I'd rather just stand against the wall. Even your grandma is asking you to teach her how to dougie.

I can't complain too much though. When I go to bars and these songs come on it makes me an instant celebrity. On average I have at least 10 white people ask me to teach them how to dougie. If I'm drunk enough, I'm the king of the night. If I refuse, I'm racist lmao.

You won't think I'm racist when I become a 1 hit wonder!! Now if only I can finish this new dance...

No comments:

Post a Comment