Prompt / Lyrics
Yo My names Hollis Yea Uh Some say I’m flawless Others claim I’m lawless But no matter what they call us We’re so cold they can’t thaw us Listen I like my heels and I like my stickers Me and papaw go to school to get sicker I like my Stella dog and all her rolls Me and papaw have mommy clip our toes Toes Toes Toes T t t toes! (Stella! Don’t eat my clippings!) Okay okay okay Play me some boogie wonderland Papaw and me will DANCE! Boogie Uh Wonderland Play me some Pink Floyd You’ll see me singin with my boy (We don’t need no… EDUCATION!) (All in all Brothers just another papaw) I love papaw He’s cute and sweet don’t play candy land with him That old man likes to cheat He’s got an old man gait And an old man demeanor If you ask him “where’s Hollis” He’ll say he hasn’t seen her He’s a wise old soul with eyes of a mole Papaw! Go papaw! Go papaw! Go papaw! Just look at him dance He wiggles his old man booty whenever there’s a chance Papaw picks pickles from the pantry all day He picks the ones that plop at the bottom of the jar, glass not clay The pickle papaw picks ain’t a pepper can’t you see? Papaws pickles must be perfect: Playful, powerful, pleasant and polite. They must use their manners please and thank you before he takes a bite. (Hear the pickle say, “ahhh please papaw PLEASE! No!!!) Papaw hears those manners and its music to his ears. Was it pleasant pickle manners or panic pickle fears? Papaw takes a bite Something ain’t quite right The pickle papaw picked for a penny from the pantry- pleaded “please pinch me… I must be dreaming- is he dippin me in ranchery?” Papaw ate him anyway and Hollis screamed “SPIT IT OUT” She pried his jowls open til the pickle was nowhere about Hollis said: “now pickin penny pickles is just fine if their passive. But this one prayed and pleaded something massive” “You ought to be ashamed papaw, I know you got dementia But when you hear a cry for help… urg! I just wanna pinch ya!!” Papaw and his pickles Hollis with her heels Papaw don’t like tickles And Hollis don’t like seals (ORRRt ORRRt!) Papaws pleasant pickles panic Hollis’ hefty heels hop Papaw eats em like he’s going manic Hollis wears heels for a prop. She really needs to stop. One of these days an ankles gonna pop… POP… Pop. Pop. Pop. (Hollis are you okay?) (“I’m FINE papaw!”) Poor papaw… He was just checking on her… Papaw poots (frrrrruuurrrrhhhmp) Papaw hoots (haaaahaaaaa) Hollis is mad. That smells bad! “Ew someone light a candle!” “Papaw pooped his pants! I can’t handle.” Papaw smiles It lingers a while After the dust settles Papaw picks flower pedals Hands them to his sister Somehow he missed her He fell to the ground With a hip breaking sound Poor poor papaw (He just pooted in his pants) Poor poor papaw (Now he can’t even dance) Poor Poor… Papaw…. Poor. Poor. Papaw… We out. Gotta go to the hospital to see our papaw. “Might need a doctors note. You think I’ll get a doctors note?” Papaw! We’re comin!
Tags
rap
Duration
3:20
Instrumental
No
Created
1/30/2026