Thanksgving World Map Rap IV:THE GRAND FINALE
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/
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