Yo鈥heck it. I鈥檓 sittin鈥� here chillin with my Tweetdeck rollin鈥�
When I get word of a , the illest rhymes we be extollin鈥�
What鈥檚 up for grabs is an iPod Touch
Whatcha gotta do? Well, it ain鈥檛 much
Cook up the illest rhymes and sell em like a 3rd party tool
And this first rhyme I鈥檓 spittin is aimed at SQLFool
, Go-momma don鈥檛 matter the sex
This contest brings the baddest DBA鈥檚 like an ill-formed Index
What you and Ward started, like Ma$e can鈥檛 be stopped
These other sucka emcees are just another table my T-SQL鈥檚 gonna drop
Now Ward, aka the
Ready yourself for these rhymes I鈥檓 about to spit
You live in the woods, probably pickin berries
Since you鈥檙e backwoods I don鈥檛 wanna make this too complex like queries
Your lyrical rap styles are tuned like fine code
I heard you can ask for the discount when purchasing
Speaking of Brent O, his
Damn rapping about him now makes me crave #bacon
He looks like the SQL world鈥檚
Next time you drop by Twitter, drop him a line and say 鈥楬EYYYY鈥�
My VM snapshots are wrapping up from their orphaned state madness
Sorry to leave you guys with much lyrical sadness
These rhymes are whack but my skills are finger lickin鈥�
So peace to your mothers, a love note from the !
One reply on “SQL Rap by DJ Majik Poultry”
Yo dawg, you have the mad skillz. That rhyme was wiggida, wiggida, wack. Peace out
L to Edwards