Artist jokes
What do you call a rapper who LOVES to cook?
Lil' Seasoning.
Why did the rapper go to the gym?
To work on his flex rhymes!
Why did the rapper open a bakery?
Because he wanted to make dough from his beats.
Why did the rapper always carry a map?
So he could navigate his way through the rap game.
Why did the rapper bring a suitcase to the studio?
Because he was packing his rhyme books!
Why was the rapper always calm?
Because he had FLOW-ZEN.
What's a rapper's favorite type of fruit?
RHY-MANGO!
Why did the rapper carry an umbrella?
In case of ill rhymes!
Why did the rapper bring a map to the studio?
To find his way through the BEATS.
Why did the rapper bring a calculator to the concert?
To COUNT his BARS.
What do you call a rapper's favorite place to eat?
The MIC Donald's drive-thru.
What do you call a rapper who LOVES desserts?
Ice Cream-E
Why did the rapper become a chef?
Because he loved to drop HOT DISHES.
What's a rapper's favorite type of FOOTWEAR?
Rhyme Boots.
Why do rappers take time to prepare for camping?
Tupac-in-a-tent.
Why did the rapper smoke dope?
To learn how to drop some DOPE beats!
Why did the rapper bring a ladder to the studio?
Because he heard the bars were high.
Michael Jackson and Kelly Clarkson both did shady stuff to children. Michael Jackson said that there is nothing wrong with sharing a bed with unrelated small children. Kelly Clarkson said that there is nothing wrong with physically beating a small child.
The thing is, though, only one of them made "Billie Jean" or "Beat It", and the other is just a typical karaoke country singer. So no surprise people gave Wacko Jacko a pass.
What do you call an artist with a brown finger?
Picasshole.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A man with a spirit untamed, untold. With eyes that pierce through the darkest night, He walks a path that's far from light.
His steps are loud, his presence strong, A force of nature, where he belongs. Through the chaos, he finds his way, Leaving footprints that never fade.
A rebel soul, unafraid to speak, His words drip with passion, so unique. He dances with danger, embraces the unknown, Challenging limits, into the wild he's thrown.
No rules can bind him, no walls can contain, Frank Bulgin sets fire to the mundane. He paints the sky with vibrant hues, A kaleidoscope of dreams he pursues.
In his mind, a symphony of thoughts, An artist's palette, where inspiration is sought. He weaves words like a masterful bard, Creating tapestries that leave us marred.
With each verse, he unravels his soul, Unveiling the depths that make him whole. His poetry, a window to his essence, A glimpse into a world of fearless presence.
Frank Bulgin is freaky bold, A maverick, a legend yet to be told. His spirit roams, forever untamed, A beacon of courage, never to be tamed.