Meet Cleofis Randalph the Patriarch by Del the Funkee Homosapien
What's happening? I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring rap and sing
unlike the homogenous clones I'm into earth tones, birth stones, and erogenous zones
the more ticklish the more you have
sitting on the curb of what used to be the burbs and before that was Canarcie
I'm a disturbed and bitter herb like saltwater and parsley
mics crawl up, tights fall down that's my mnemonic voice stalactite slash stalagmite
you may have this Maglite it survived the apocalypse
and for the fragile force of an agile horse
here's a handful of very special chocolate chips
Redneck Family Tree
Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy.
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!!
me and the guys in penticton