Quit my job to kick raps instead
So family meeting, everybody gotta start bringin’ in bread Shot the movie, no script
Scoured the Heights, no piff
Came home like, “It’s no recipes left”
Kid’s like, “No shit”
“If true that notion, which but few contest,
That, in the way of wit, short things are best,
Then in good epigrams two virtues meet,
For ’tis their glory to be short, and sweet.”