Tag: rap

There was a little jingle that the Republicans taunted Democratic President Grover Cleveland with which went something like “Ma, Ma, Ma where’s may pa? / Gone to the White House, ha ha ha!” So, this song would be like This Is America in structure. It starts of with children singing that little chant in a cute manner then gets really dark really fast.

Where’s My Pa?
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

That’s a lie. You’re dead

where’s my pa
where’s my pa
wallowing in sin
wallowing in sin
lying about your fate kid
we know you’re dead
over a million reasons for your death
POTUS didn’t want you around
now you’re in the ground

where’s my pa
where’s my pa
he’s living in the White House
with the Russians
selling children to the traffickers
’cause they’re lost just like you
lost children follow POTUS like his shadow
now you, too, get to dance and sing

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

That’s a lie. You’re dead

[bridge]
wish things could be different
but they can’t
POTUS is a piece of shit
indifferent to your death

things are dark in America now
there’s nothing we can do
we can’t bring you back little kid
but we can chase your daddy out of town
yet that’s not going to happen
that makes me frown

get down!

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

ma ma ma
where’s my pa
gone to the White House
ha ha ha

I’m just screwing around. No one cares about any of these lyrics I’m writing, but it’s relaxing. This would be a uptempo rap song that would be pop enough that it might get radio airplay. I’m thinking this would be something a modern day equivalent of Public Enemy might sing. But, like I said, this is just me screwing around.

Blame Game
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

our children are dying high school halls
the powers that be
want me to believe thoughts and prayers
will solve the issue
when I demand more from them
they play the blame game

they blame
abortion
doors
Ritalin
the media
and a
culture of violence
but when they play this game
they won’t blame
guns
guns
guns
guns

when will thing change I wanna know
I don’t mean to be crass but
when will they stop blowing smoke my up my ass
we’re all going to have to stop the debate
start thinking of ways to fix the blame game
we need to act in some way
because this blame game is getting pretty lame

they blame
abortion
doors
Ritalin
the media
and a
culture of violence
but when they play this game
they won’t blame
guns
guns
guns
guns

[bridge]
just give me facts
let’s fix this issue
with action that works
stop sending me your thoughts and prayers
I have no fear

we’re going to take great care
to demand the change that is clear
but it won’t be easy to come by
when the NRA is in our way day and night
let’s stop giving thoughts and prayers
we need the strength to make things right
stop playing the blame game
stop playing the blame game
stop playing the blame game

This spawns from my irritation that we seem to be calling the cops on black people left and right while the biggest crook — Donald Trump — is attacking the FBI with various dumb conspiracy theories. I have no beats and even if I did, I don’t have the software to use it or a vocalist. But that’s not the point, this point is to simply relax by being creative.

Call The Cops
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

black and breathing
(call the cops)
go to a Starbucks and sit
(call the cops)
got a hoodie and Skittles
(call the cops)
but you be president and a crook
and what
and what
and what

we got a crook in the White House
(call the cops)
he wants to reverse the black man’s legacy
(call the cops)
he sits on his ass and tweets all day
can’t even spell Melania right
(call the cops)
white people running all around
telling us what’s wrong with the black man
(call the cops)
but they can’t get their own house in order
(call the cops)
the president is a racist pig
but they doesn’t bother them one bit
as long as they keep the black and brown man down
don’t get me started out the sisters
they get the worst of it
fuck

black and breathing
(call the cops)
go to a Starbucks and sit
(call the cops)
got a hoodie and Skittles
(call the cops)
but you be president and a crook
and what
and what
and what

[bridge]
when will we get some truth
instead of these lies
who do I call for some relief
from the racist pig that’s our president

we’re all going to have to fight
pour into the streets
maybe we can be free from this misery
the cops will one day do their job
arrest Donald J. Trump
for all his crimes and lies

call the cops
call the cops
call the cops
call the cops

These lyrics would go to an old school rap beat. I don’t have a beat, but the general vibe would be like the type one might find in Bust A Move. That’s the vision, at least. This song is about a hot chick who’s out there and the adventures she takes a guy on.

Wide Open
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

let’s get into it

she’s the type of girl
you think is sweet and coy
but once you get her into bed
you realize it was all a lie
she’s ready to rock around the clock
leaving you in shock
don’t worry though this too will pass
though you’re going to have to relax
if you want to keep up with her sass

she’s wide open
I tell you
she’s wide open
I tell you
she’s wide open

meet her for a drink
she gets drunk and next thing you know
clothes are coming off and she’s poppin out
you panic don’t know what it’s all about
there’s nothing you can do
she’s determined to show some ass
leaving you wondering where she left her class

she’s wide open
I tell you
she’s wide open
I tell you
she’s wide open

[bridge]
we all know girls like her
she seems perfect for you
you both like to drink and to talk
but keeping her in check is a no go
you just don’t want to blow it with her
’cause she’s wide open

she’s wild as can be
leaving you not knowing what to do
how to control her is your quest
but she’s got nice tits
so you feel blessed
you take one look at her and smile
realizing you don’t care at all that she’s
wide open
wide open
wide open
wide open

I make no claims to be as good writer as Kanye West or Donald Glover, but I am at least inspired to write lyrics about the dumb shenanigans that took place in Trump Tower. As always, this is just me enjoying writing for fun. This is just a ham-handed first draft. The beat would be fast like West’s “Monster.”

Trump Tower
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

living on the 66th floor
life is such a bore
living on the 66th floor

the Russians are in the tower
looking for weakness in the wall
they have the gall to try to explain it away
say something lame, lame, lame
but we all know that Trump knows
he’s selling the country out without a doubt
the leaks are all about making me want to shout
the people are on their way to claim the 66th floor
with a roar

you’ll be able to hear
all the way on the 66th floor
the roar of the people down below
the roar of the people down below

you’ll look down from your redoubt
wondering what all the fuss is about
why are the people so upset
Trump Tower is the center of the traitorous action
you’re catching flack for the attack on our democracy
but there’s nothing much we can do
rush the door of Trump Tower with a roar
but how far we’re going to get
is anyone’s bet

I wish we could burn FOX News to the ground
America would be better for it
but there’s no doubt it’d spring back up
to spread its lies yet again
I wish there was a simple cure
maybe if we rush the tower

you’ll be able to hear
all the way on the 66th floor
the roar of the people down below
the roar of the people down below

[bridge]
there’s nothing more to say
they tell us to just enjoy the humming economy
sit back and get laid
you’ll enjoy it too

but I beg to disagree
party over country is no way to go
this isn’t Vichy France
I’m tired of the easy questions lobbed
I want to cut this boil with a lance
I hope it doesn’t come to a rush on the door
but if it does

you’ll be able to hear
all the way on the 66th floor
the roar of the people down below
the roar of the people down below

I may have used this as a song title before, but I have come up with a new way of using it, so there you go. This would be a really fast song like “We Didn’t Start The Fire” and “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine.) That’s the vision, at least.

Trumplandia
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

it started with Russian bots
telling us what to do
playing with our heads late at night
giving us a fright
then the comedy letter ended Hillary’s gaul
she had to take the fall, take the fall

before you know it
we wake up and it’s Trumplandia
Trump is in control
the chaos rolls in like the tide
and people are eating Tidepods for a like
so much has happened where to begin, to begin, to begin

don’t mess with the Mooch
he’ll just screw the pooch
people at the airport in support
of immigrants
Trump passes tax cuts in order to loot
the treasury
dear me, dear me, dear me

we wake up and it’s Trumplandia
we wake up and it’s Trumplandia
we wake up and it’s Trumplandia

we’re all in Trumplandia now
when will it end? when will it end?
will Stormy Daniels bring us respite
from the hell that lasts all day and all night

[bridge]
just hope it’s over soon
hope it ends with Trump behind bars
or at least a zoo
what can you do, what can you do

each day brings with it a new scandal I’m afraid
people tell me to shut up and just get laid
we’ll they can suck it as far as I care
this fight ain’t over, don’t you fear

we wake up and it’s Trumplandia
we wake up and it’s Trumplandia
we wake up and it’s Trumplandia

I have no beats, but I’m angry enough about the events in Florida that I’m going to try my hand at an anti-gun pop-rap that one might find coming from Kanye West. I’m not claiming I’m any good, but it’s cathartic, if nothing else.

Parkland
lyrics by Shelton Bumgarner
@bumgarls
please give credit if you produce or perform

thoughts and prayers
thoughts and prayers
thoughts and prayers

here we are yet again
watching kids run this and that
this is fucked up and that’s a fact
dear listen close I’m going to explain
how much pain we’re in within the frame
guns are on the street locked and ready
our luck keeps running out I’m afraid
I want to leer when you say
that God will find a way

parkland
parkland
is on my screen
makes me want to scream
parkland
parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream

what is wrong with us all
that this is acceptable
when are we going to fight back
we need to take back our nation
we’re better than this
we’ve got to believe
things can’t stay this way
children are dying and lamed
when will we make change
why do we have to live in pain
we’re arguing over taxes
and PBS
when we should be addressing
our need for gun control

parkland
parkland
is on my screen
makes me want to scream
parkland
parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream

[bridge]
we’re going to have to fix this
our children depend on us
they shouldn’t have to run
why are there so many guns

we have to depend on our own fate
why are we fighting over this
at such a late date
things are only going to get worse
we have to fight the good fight
the NRA can just suck it

parkland
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream
makes me want to scream