Okay, seeing as how you're all kicking my butt on this haiku sh!t, I'ma take it back to basics and stick to lyrics, taking my favourite lines and transforming them into haikus, thereby celebrating the true poetry of Wu-Tang. For instance,
Jacques Cousteau Could Never Get This Low
Shimmy, shimmy ya,
Oooh baby, I like it raw.
Shimmy, shimmy ya.
And here's one more from the ShizNick:
Wu Tang Forever!
Then after Eight Diagrams
Big Doe's a no show.
5 comments:
Wu, baby.
Shiznick...
Big Doe's a no show?
Take another listen, son!
Or else it's on, gawd!
Who you trying to
get crazy with essay? Don't
you know i'm loco?
Retarded.
Also, I think the haiku beef has officially begun. Bring da ruckus, I say.
Eh eh. Play nice.
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