Check the microphone
My name's Mrs. Dub
And I don't have a crew
But this is a remix rime
Of a poem for you (Kick it!)
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Remade by Iron Maiden
... And they made millions
So here too I lay my claim.
Listen, brothers, I have
A tale to tell
About a seaman long dead
In his crypt
This homeboy went to
The wedding of his dog
To get some hos (Busted!)
And free food (Busted!)
And of course free booze (Busted!)
And smoke crack too (Busted!)
Homie boarded the wedding cruise
Dressed with his 9 (Busted)
His bling and a ring
As the ship sails
The Carribean way
Thank God he didn't chose
Carnival's Costa Condordia
Cuz that'd be no way!
After nearly fallin' asleep
At the boring wedding
He sees an albatross
Fly overhead
He thinks it's going
To take a poo
On his head
So he busts out his 9
And caps it dead
Guests say what the hell?
That was a good omen
Now you're gonna be
Cursed as well
The seaman said
I don't believe in that s -Ho!
But they all said
He'd committed a crime
And he say
What ya gonna do
Throw me in the pen?
No, they say, something worse
You have to sail forever
Wearing a dead bird
As your noose
And that's something
You cannot bling!
That poor mother f - buster
Had to sail on and on
For all eternity
His posse and his boys
All dropped dead
But he stayed alive
Wearing that albatross bling
Cursed it ain't no thing!
Now my fame and my fortune
For my tale
Who knows?
Iron Maiden
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Am I better than those bros?
Well, before this crazy rime is through
There's a message for you
Tell this tale wherever you be
Teach God's word (Word up!) by example
Love all God's creatures
Even if it's a devil bird
Or not important
All things have its place,
So before you cap
Something's arse think twice
Or you might suffer a terrible farce of pain.
Peace Out!
Word to Your Mother!