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Tatoo?
I think you hate me. That hurts because you are one of my brother's idols. And I like your plugs. Oh well, let's wrestle. Just kidding, I know you would kick my a$$. Even though you don't like me, I will continue to idolize you. Here is a song I wrote in your honor. Just picture I'm rappin this.
Tattoo you make the stripers go crazy
In a hazy fog,
A giant log, In your pants.
Are the rumors true?
You make the girls dance.
Like a yellow spook.
Crazy action, a distraction,
big fish are my attraction,
but if wasn't for you.
I'd be using regular pencil poppers
catching a few.
So hey, I'm sorry for rubbing you the wrong way.
I'm Bomba, You hate me, or love me, that's what I say.
I've head about your fishing techniqes,
I know your as cool as hell having fun out there like me.
Ask Chris L. I'm a nice guy. I'm writing this rap cause I think
you are probably as tough as Blood Sport.
Beating up the Chineese guy with the huge titties.
I'm prettty witty.
I'll tell you Habs got my back.
I'd fight you, but you remind me of
tough man. I heard about the fish on your back.
So I'm sorry, if my retardness got you pissed.
Let's go catch some fish.
From what I've heard about you, we'd have a good time.
Fishing for me is a mental sign
of recreation, relaxation. I really want us to get along. If I was gay, I would date Bassmaster first, but second you'd come strong!
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