This is the tale of Kanye West, who is snuggled in his Kanye Nest, having himself a Kanye Rest, for he must be at his Kanye Best, before he’s off on a Kanye Quest, where he’ll be put to the Kanye Test, in hopes to retrieve the Kanye Chest that is distinctly marked with the Kanye Crest, He shall return to the Kanye Nest and have himself a Kanye Fest, where he will welcome many Kanye Guests, but first he must be rid of Kanye Pests, before he can put on his Kanye Vest and dance at the party with such Kanye Zest.
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this sounds like the intro theme song to a children’s show about kanye west going on adventures and respecting the sanctity of nap time
One day I’m gon’ marry a porn star We’ll have a big ass crib and a long yard We’ll have a mansion and some fly maids Nothin’ to hide, we both screwed the bride’s maid She wanna role play, ‘til I roll over I’mma need a whole day, at least rolled doja What party is we goin’ to on Oscar day 'Specially if she can't get that dress from Oscar de La Renta, they wouldn’t rent her they couldn’t take the shame Snatched the dress off her back and told her, “Get away.” How could you say they live they life wrong? When you never fuck with the lights on?