MaCRonI
01-15-07, 10:29 PM
What up ya'll..I did this joniti n segments last year....but yao I want you to peep it all together...ya mean....just tryn bring SOHH back to the level of competance at which it was.....
A Cinematic motion picture begins as the camera reels/
Zoom into the linen ocean of your thanksgiving meals/
The table is the globe, scent of its islands surrounds ya nose/
You pick off it as you stuff the food down ya throat/
I'll continent by continent, going by each countries prominence/
Describin’ each of their components, display how we conquer it/
Floating islands eaten to silence, our stomach's favorite sport/
Giving the mahogany world relief, destroyed by dental pitchforks/
So, lets start with the view that's panoramic, according to demographics/
The geographic of the white mushroom similar to Australia/
Not mixture from the potato’s genitalia, country with a failure/
To come together, blacks offended as mostly white descendents/
Came out when their potato parents was severally dented/
At first they thought it pure racism, a cast system, their traces were left/
Peeled of, so for African Americans it meant instant death/
But times change, blacks population less suppressed/
Their genes expressed, so oven-cooked slavery/
They went to making the white culture savory/
Surrounds Caucasians as ponds of golden brown gravy/
So they'd submerge all the whites hateful words/
So they were one, as the camera eye could observe/
But soon they were canoeing down a throat, a darker moat/
Saliva Soak, despite the harder strokes, sunk the gravy boat/
But all was done when their little islands was consumed/
A giggling uvula was the streetlight towards their doom/
Hook:
While Give thanks, nash our teeth, lash our tongue/
Puritans had feast to applaud a entire society hung/
Centuries ago pain was rationalized, history now disguised/
By mash potato halves, turkey thighs, hunger blind our eyes/
A whole civilization terrorize, every bite symbolize/
A commemoration to their grave, we eat to idolize/
Verse II:
So we pan to continent surround by reinforced glass/
Red medicine balls splash, supposedly the last/
Paradise, until cut and diced by a mechanical menace/
Ravaged and scavenged by an overzealous dentist/
Who was demented, put a power drill to their grills/
As they try run, but constant blood spills, their outer skin spills/
The trail of Tears all over again as Tribes of various fruit/
Where desecrate by the palest of men, killed in dozens/
Red people put an effort forth, but it amounted to nothin’/
It was like native man versus nickel-plated fork in their hands/
Even with bow and arrows ready to advance, never stood a chance/
Like Native Americans bein outted, routed by Hernando Cortez/
and his soldiers, death of the Aztecs, all in the name of Spaniard conquest/
So they proceed to feel with utensil techs, teeth like slugs to they chest /
They began the battle undaunted ,but soon exhausted, lost it/
The lands left haunted, bodies were like bloodleakin’ faucets/
a fruit-flavored sauce of reddish tonic, A Hungry gaze upon/
obviously wanted, succumbed to the dental toxic/
Massacred by all 32 teeth, their defeat was methodic/
And didn’t stop until the tribes became a reddish hot springs/
Down the esophagus, where they continued dropping/
The Concede like John, a civilization they could no longer Kerry/
Everything became white like Donnell Rawlings as Ashy Larry/
To the intestines, where cranberries stressin’ get buried/
mocked by the Washington Redskins, find the truth in libraries/
where truths are dug up and lies are be buried/
Hook:
Verse III:
Next we zoom in to the cornstarch gingerbread man/
Like a brown pavement slab, what we have here is teamwork at hand/
Concentration Camp oven cook, so brought yellow people a different look/
Blacks appearance became input into your thanksgiving cookbook/
But no animosity, the Chinese and black populace built some trust/
*****z form the brownish crust because survival was a must/
But a plastic knife and mouth shovels brought trouble/
As fingers began pick at their nation, and erosion doubled/
Everyone from themselves, willing to sell others to escape man’s gums/
But one by one, they were picked apart until they were table crumbs/
Enamel dirt samples became ample, too much for them to handle/
The people began to split into peaces, became shook like damsels/
So jumped shipped like Eggs gettin’ scrambled/
Another full-course meal made into an example/
Hook:
Verse IV:
The camera tilted its head down to catch the table clothes currents/
Caught the sight of locals dyin’ from the saliva they were submerged in/
Large Tidal waves emergin, little ripples engulfing the people/
Wrinkled as they scrambled for the food scraps that was sprinkled/
Into its waters, to its deep red maple wooded barrier reef/
The natives gurgling as fingernail paronama were circling/
For the murdering, deeply inhaled cuz instant death if surfacing/
Worrying, because they were live bait for palm shaped jaws eight/
Course meal, listen and choked on the linen, as they fate/
Was sealed to a taste of the stomach acid, the scene was devastin/
The gore was everlastin’, who could imagine death with such passion/
As their screaming start, the five part finger sharks/
Took them souls a part, and made crunch noise wither hearts/
Dispelled them as long belches and explosive farts/
Not morsel could escape with its dorsal fins, an uncountable cost/
Some much edible life lost, a Thanksgiving Holocaust/
So the camera panned to get a last supper like glance/
The turkey still alive, safely tucked in its frying pan/
A baster piercing out of it like a laser, to give more flavor/
Apparent it was the main continent; cuz this other nation did it a favor/
Meshing of bread crust and olives, god forbid, but it fate darkened/
As hands barged in, scrappin’ the square margins of its margarine/
Puttin tha cornmeal Peninsula in tha middla of a stomach interia/
Instant deliria, hysteria as situation grew a little more scara/
As they were addressin’ the turkey dressin’, the camera focused/
On the true white lotus, the golden bird ass and neck wide open/
Floating freight train fir carcasses boarding for the killin’/
Pilgrims form of Africa, where *****z was truly livin’/
But like the 1st feast with Indian, the puritans were on a mission/
Because of superstition that heathens were in their vision/
So from the beginning, the turkey was like Continent on the Titanic/
Devilish antics as *****z grew more and more frantic/
Several icebergs hit the ship, used pixels to concealed/
But many *****z squealed, all in the name of Home Cook meal/
A Cinematic motion picture begins as the camera reels/
Zoom into the linen ocean of your thanksgiving meals/
The table is the globe, scent of its islands surrounds ya nose/
You pick off it as you stuff the food down ya throat/
I'll continent by continent, going by each countries prominence/
Describin’ each of their components, display how we conquer it/
Floating islands eaten to silence, our stomach's favorite sport/
Giving the mahogany world relief, destroyed by dental pitchforks/
So, lets start with the view that's panoramic, according to demographics/
The geographic of the white mushroom similar to Australia/
Not mixture from the potato’s genitalia, country with a failure/
To come together, blacks offended as mostly white descendents/
Came out when their potato parents was severally dented/
At first they thought it pure racism, a cast system, their traces were left/
Peeled of, so for African Americans it meant instant death/
But times change, blacks population less suppressed/
Their genes expressed, so oven-cooked slavery/
They went to making the white culture savory/
Surrounds Caucasians as ponds of golden brown gravy/
So they'd submerge all the whites hateful words/
So they were one, as the camera eye could observe/
But soon they were canoeing down a throat, a darker moat/
Saliva Soak, despite the harder strokes, sunk the gravy boat/
But all was done when their little islands was consumed/
A giggling uvula was the streetlight towards their doom/
Hook:
While Give thanks, nash our teeth, lash our tongue/
Puritans had feast to applaud a entire society hung/
Centuries ago pain was rationalized, history now disguised/
By mash potato halves, turkey thighs, hunger blind our eyes/
A whole civilization terrorize, every bite symbolize/
A commemoration to their grave, we eat to idolize/
Verse II:
So we pan to continent surround by reinforced glass/
Red medicine balls splash, supposedly the last/
Paradise, until cut and diced by a mechanical menace/
Ravaged and scavenged by an overzealous dentist/
Who was demented, put a power drill to their grills/
As they try run, but constant blood spills, their outer skin spills/
The trail of Tears all over again as Tribes of various fruit/
Where desecrate by the palest of men, killed in dozens/
Red people put an effort forth, but it amounted to nothin’/
It was like native man versus nickel-plated fork in their hands/
Even with bow and arrows ready to advance, never stood a chance/
Like Native Americans bein outted, routed by Hernando Cortez/
and his soldiers, death of the Aztecs, all in the name of Spaniard conquest/
So they proceed to feel with utensil techs, teeth like slugs to they chest /
They began the battle undaunted ,but soon exhausted, lost it/
The lands left haunted, bodies were like bloodleakin’ faucets/
a fruit-flavored sauce of reddish tonic, A Hungry gaze upon/
obviously wanted, succumbed to the dental toxic/
Massacred by all 32 teeth, their defeat was methodic/
And didn’t stop until the tribes became a reddish hot springs/
Down the esophagus, where they continued dropping/
The Concede like John, a civilization they could no longer Kerry/
Everything became white like Donnell Rawlings as Ashy Larry/
To the intestines, where cranberries stressin’ get buried/
mocked by the Washington Redskins, find the truth in libraries/
where truths are dug up and lies are be buried/
Hook:
Verse III:
Next we zoom in to the cornstarch gingerbread man/
Like a brown pavement slab, what we have here is teamwork at hand/
Concentration Camp oven cook, so brought yellow people a different look/
Blacks appearance became input into your thanksgiving cookbook/
But no animosity, the Chinese and black populace built some trust/
*****z form the brownish crust because survival was a must/
But a plastic knife and mouth shovels brought trouble/
As fingers began pick at their nation, and erosion doubled/
Everyone from themselves, willing to sell others to escape man’s gums/
But one by one, they were picked apart until they were table crumbs/
Enamel dirt samples became ample, too much for them to handle/
The people began to split into peaces, became shook like damsels/
So jumped shipped like Eggs gettin’ scrambled/
Another full-course meal made into an example/
Hook:
Verse IV:
The camera tilted its head down to catch the table clothes currents/
Caught the sight of locals dyin’ from the saliva they were submerged in/
Large Tidal waves emergin, little ripples engulfing the people/
Wrinkled as they scrambled for the food scraps that was sprinkled/
Into its waters, to its deep red maple wooded barrier reef/
The natives gurgling as fingernail paronama were circling/
For the murdering, deeply inhaled cuz instant death if surfacing/
Worrying, because they were live bait for palm shaped jaws eight/
Course meal, listen and choked on the linen, as they fate/
Was sealed to a taste of the stomach acid, the scene was devastin/
The gore was everlastin’, who could imagine death with such passion/
As their screaming start, the five part finger sharks/
Took them souls a part, and made crunch noise wither hearts/
Dispelled them as long belches and explosive farts/
Not morsel could escape with its dorsal fins, an uncountable cost/
Some much edible life lost, a Thanksgiving Holocaust/
So the camera panned to get a last supper like glance/
The turkey still alive, safely tucked in its frying pan/
A baster piercing out of it like a laser, to give more flavor/
Apparent it was the main continent; cuz this other nation did it a favor/
Meshing of bread crust and olives, god forbid, but it fate darkened/
As hands barged in, scrappin’ the square margins of its margarine/
Puttin tha cornmeal Peninsula in tha middla of a stomach interia/
Instant deliria, hysteria as situation grew a little more scara/
As they were addressin’ the turkey dressin’, the camera focused/
On the true white lotus, the golden bird ass and neck wide open/
Floating freight train fir carcasses boarding for the killin’/
Pilgrims form of Africa, where *****z was truly livin’/
But like the 1st feast with Indian, the puritans were on a mission/
Because of superstition that heathens were in their vision/
So from the beginning, the turkey was like Continent on the Titanic/
Devilish antics as *****z grew more and more frantic/
Several icebergs hit the ship, used pixels to concealed/
But many *****z squealed, all in the name of Home Cook meal/