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Yoga, Bitch.
Yo, we bitches need ways to relax when we are STRESSED
Like I watch The Bachelor and eat popchips while undressed
Some of you may bite your nails or give a stress ball squeezes
Some may pray the stress away, Hail Maryin’ to Jesus
Some feel better when they run or walk or bike or jog
Some of us are passive and rap stress out in a BLOG
If I was still in college I’d get drunk and wear a toga
But since I’m all adult and shit, I thought I’d TRY SOME YOGA
Now, I am not real flexible, this I’ve always known
The doctor told my mom, “This bitch is ACCIDENT-PRONE!”
I trip on every sidewalk crack, fall in every hole
Just the other day I fuckin’ ran into a POLE
My best friend loves that Bikram shit, she sweats right through her bras
There’s a time for sweat and twisting, bitch–it’s called MENOPAUSE
She kept tellin’ me that yoga would free all this stress I got
So I put my Lululemon on and GAVE THAT SHIT a SHOT
So I walk into the studio, I set up on the floor
“Your first time?” the teacher says
How’d she know that?!?
Whore.
The teacher dims the lights and we’re all ready to go
And I’m kinda gettin’ into it! THANKS VINYASA FLOW!
I’m feelin’ pretty good! And I’m posin’ like a child
And out of the blue, my stomach goes a little wild
‘Twas a quiet, peaceful moment, like that whole class was on mute
And before I knew what happened, I let out a big ol’ TOOT
I tried to play it off and quickly balanced on a block
But I looked around the room and these bitches were in SHOCK
I thought that yoga peeps were nice, with warm, forgiving hearts
But I guess that all just goes to shit the minute someone FARTS
I start to go in panic mode, my mind and thoughts are racing
And Im feelin’ like a dog that is fuckin’ DOWNWARD FACING
So I take a big deep yoga breath, and try to feel all Zen
And I get in chaturanga and I FUCKING FART AGAIN!
The girls all shoot me evil looks, they can’t believe my gaffe
There’s really nothing I could do, except of course, to laugh
So I try to hold my laughter in, but I kinda just cannot
So I do this mix of giggles, snorting, and a little SNOT
The bitch behind me shoots a look like, “How’d you find your way here?”
And I look up at the clock because I just can’t nama-stay here
Luckily the time was up, the class let out an OM
And I gather up my shit and I start to head hommmeee
I leave the yoga studio, laughing all the way
When I realize through my laughter that my stress had gone away
And I’m lookin’ on the bright side, maybe yoga’s kinda nice
I’m smiling and relaxed, and I ONLY FARTED TWICE
So I give my friend props, I guess yoga’s kinda neato
But next time that I go, I’ll skip the pre-yoga burrito
Namaste.
Nudity, Bitch.
YO I gots a problem to tell you about
It occurs at the gym when I finish working out
Now when I’m at the gym, kids, I follow the laws
I put my shit in a locker and wear MULTIPLE bras
I handle myself with poise and with grace
And don’t scatter Lululemon ALL OVA the place
So after I’m done, I gots to go to my locker
And each time I do, son, I am in for a SHOCKER
The NAKEDEST OLD LADY that you ever saw
Stands right there at my locker, no underwear, no bra
She gets right up there close to me, I know this will be trouble
Bitch, when you are nude you need a BIGGER SPACIAL BUBBLE
I gesture at a towel, suggesting she should try it
But she’s all, “Oh no thank you, dear,” she’d rather just AIR DRY IT
I need to get away, so I go get myself some tissues
And I think to myself, I’ve got major naked issues
Yeah, nudity’s always been a problem for me
It dates back to overnight camp at the CLEVELAND JCC
Of course we were in bunks, everything was done tribunally
Even when we showered, bitch, we just showered all communally
When I came home at the end, my was like, “What reeks?”
Cuz I didn’t take my swimsuit off for SIX ENTIRE WEEKS
We had to shower all together, so I wore it for protection
Yes instead of bein naked, bitch, I risked a YEAST INFECTION
So fast forward to this locker room, she’s naked, right? You got that
And each and every time this crazy bitch just wants to chat
We talk about the spinning class, complain about the weather
We end up spending 10 or 15 minutes there together
My eyes just dart around cuz I’m tryin not to stare
At her wrinkly old bosoms, just floppin in the air
She’s older than Miss Daisy was, when Morgan Freeman drove her
And the worst of it occurs when this bitch turns and bends right over
To compensate I cover up myself in twenty towels
Cuz she’s still there all naked and I’m staring up her bowels
So it’s more than just the nudity, and how this bitch displays it
It’s just that she has a welcome and she NAKED OVERSTAYS IT
So I gather my belongings cuz I gots to be escaping
And I notice that by 70, folks stop their LADYSCAPING
I go to walk away and I hang my head in sorrow
So the nudity is over, well, at least until tomorrow
I zip my jacket all the way, putting on my hood
And I just can’t help but think that that bitch looked real fuckin good
So I guess I’ll just get over it, although it may be yucky
If I look like her at 70, I’ll be real fuckin lucky
I got back to my apartment and I made myself some food
And I wrote this little rap, and I did it in the nude
word.
Bitch in Spinning Class
Yo I gots to tell you what I just saw
This bitch in my spinning class not wearin’ a bra
Now, that bitch is crazy, I didn’t wanna meet her
All bouncin’ around in her WHITE WIFE BEATER
Her chest wasn’t flat, NO, it was QUITE feminine
But bitch you betta go and do some Lululemonin’
Cuz I see enough when we’re dow at the lockers
And in class I don’t gots to be starin’ at your knockers
When I’m on a climb I don’t need to see your titties
This ain’t Ithaca, bitch, this is NEW YORK CITY
So go and buy a bra and but those bosoms on a shelf
If I wanna see some tits, I got a fine-ass pair myself
word.