Why did the rapper bring a vacuum to the concert?
So the haters could SUCK on him
What do you call it when a rapper has a cold?
A SNIFF BEAT
What’s a rapper’s favorite type of fishing?
Catching BIG BASS
What’s a rapper’s favorite part of the house?
The RHYME CELLAR
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
Why did the rapper always carry a pencil?
In case he had to DRAW a crowd
Why did the rapper sit on the stool?
Because he had too much FLOW to stand still
What do you call a rapper who LOVES desserts?
Ice Cream-E
How does a rapper greet someone on a COLD DAY?
"Yo, is the temperature Ice Cube, or Vanilla Ice?"
What's a rapper's favorite type of FOOTWEAR?
Rhyme Boots
Why did the rapper smoke dope?
To learn how to drop some DOPE beats
Why did Bob Ross die
Because the paint brush stabbed him
What's a rapper's favorite type of fruit?
RHY-MANGO
Why did the rapper sit on the clock?
He wanted to keep it real with TIME
Why was the rapper always calm?
Because he had FLOW-ZEN
Why did the rapper bring a suitcase to the studio?
Because he was packing his RHYME BOOKS
what does rapboat and caseoh have in common? They're both chubby
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.
In the realm of Danny, Ben, and Paxton, A trio of souls intertwined, Their stories woven with grace and might, A tale of friendship, ethereal and fine.
Danny, the dreamer with stars in his eyes, Chasing visions that danced in his mind, With every thought, a world he'd create, A poet, an artist, one of a kind.
Ben Power, the steadfast, a force to behold, With strength that could move mountains high, His heart, a fortress, unyielding and bold, A protector, a guardian, forever nigh.
Paxton, the wanderer, a spirit untamed, Roaming free wherever the wind blew, In every step, a new adventure claimed, A seeker, a nomad, forever anew.
Together they stood, a harmonic blend, Different paths converging as one, In the depths of their bond, a love unfurled, A symphony played, forever sung.
Through trials and triumphs, they faced the storm, Hand in hand, against the tempest's might, With laughter, tears, and hearts so warm, They shared the darkness, embracing the light.
Oh, Danny, Ben, and Paxton, forever bound, Through the pages of life, your stories unfold, In the tapestry of friendships profound, Your spirits, like poetry, forever bold.
