The final cracka crumbs
One of Tommunism’s longest running features is coming to a close, as Cracka Boy Rhymes, real excerpts of white teen gangsta rap lyric attempts, finishes up, as always, with poor grammar, lousy spelling and punctuation and of course, crappy lyrics. Here are the final cracka crumbs.
"The light bulbs on my ears are steaming"
Friday brings the penultimate (really, but I’ll find a way to start recycling these) Cracka Boy Rhymes: real life white teen gangsta rap lyric attempts. Where they came from is irrelevant; you need only to know that they suck. Hard…
We return to another regular feature at Tommunisms: Cracka Boy Rhymes: real life excerpts of teenage white boy gangsta rap lyric attempts. Prepare for crappy grammar, poor spelling, and lousy creative skills, which makes it perfect for Tommunisms! Word!
Future's so dim: don't gotta wear shades...
Cracka Boy Rhymes is here: real life excerpts of suburban white teenage gangsta rap lyrics attempts, complete with poor spelling, bad grammar and lousy concepts. To clear up a few questions asked of me about this: yes, they are real, and no, I didn’t write them. I just transcribe what has already been laid down from pen to paper. Let’s get “cerious”!
Friday usually means another installment of Cracka Boy Rhymes at Tommunisms: real life excerpts of suburban white teen gangsta rap lyrics attempts. Caution: poor spelling, bad grammar and crappy concepts ahead!
