See, this just goes to show what a mistake it's been for me to eschew reading the newspaper. I'm sure this was all over the front pages. Although, I must confess, lyrics like this from Zig Ziglar leave me a bit confused.
Murdah, murdah, murdah, the (hyphenated bleep) murdahOh Zig, what happened to you?
Murdah, murdah, the (hyphenated bleep) murdah
Murdah, murdah, the (hyphenated bleep) murdah
The (hyphenated bleep) murdarah
Yes! It's your wake up call, so bust a glock to get to heaven
You never came up? They run you 1-8-7
You choke when I slash your throat, I take it as a joke
I laugh, cause after that you might get smoked
Then I put cha on a table, and I'll chop you up to pieces
I do it in a hustle, make you feel like a puzzle
And nobody can put you back together again
Next it'll be your family, then I'll get your friends
Update: After reading their lyrics and seeing some of their photos, I can now understand the point of view of the multiculturalists and moral relativists. Really, Tha Mexakinz are not all that different from Hoagy Carmichael except for the talentless braying about the glories of murder and rape. Oh well, who are we to say that one thing is better and the other worse?
I find the new Zig just as motivating as the old Zig.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to hear the postmodern Fulton J Sheen.
ReplyDeleteNever seen a Zig post like this one! I would like to know who you purchased it from so we can find out what happened. Zig is my father, and believe me he can't sing or rap!
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