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Trent's Big Post of Life List (Part VI) [Remixed]

A Blogger's Threat

Apparently, a blogger/reader visited my blog and was in "shock and awe" by my "Don't Ass Me" post, which featured two glorified booty shots -- one ass, in particular, was jiggling. In my defense, I thought the two booty pics fit well with the post, which was about the latest trend in fashion -- the ASS BRA. This reader wasn't interested in the fact there's apparel on the market to lift women's flabby asses; no, she was dumbstruck by the pictures, especially, the one of the jiggly-wiggly butt at the bottom of the post.

C'mon people, learn to love the booty.

So, to help those who visit my blog, I want you to understand what BEATS & RANTS 2.1 is all about.

Here's my threat . . . THIS IS A WARNING::


My time, my patience, my love
My blood, my sweat, my tears
My burdens, my drama, my pain
My life, my money, my home
My ups, my downs, my fears
And my hours, my work, my strength
My fault, my bad, my error
Nigga please

Chorus::

If I don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna complain
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna post their opinion on their blog
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get offended
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna learn something
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna like the booty pictures
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna think they're slick
(This is a warning)
But I'm always going to check
(This is a warning)
Because this is a blogger's threat

Baby, this is a blogger's threat


My shakin', my sleep, my stress
My days, my night, my rest
My do's, my don'ts, my dares
And my church, my pastor, my prayers
My all, my faith, my powers
And my kitchen, my sink, my towels
My joy, my sad, my hate
And my brother, my mom, my friends
My lights, my gas, my bills
My role, my way, my will
My hollerin', my rants', my beats
Nigga please

(Chorus)

My future, my hopes, my dreams
My drawers, my socks, my things
My flowers, my dress, my ring
My woman, my lover, my queen
My life, my chance, my fault
And my guts, my courage, my wounds
My fence, my neighbors, my yard
My chains, my lock, my guards
My win, my lost, my gain
And my credit, my card, my name
Myself, my freedom, my fame
Nigga please

(Chorus)

Listen
(Whoa, whoa . . . )
Have you ever heard of freedom of expression?
About the First Amendment (freedom of speech)
You see . . . I like to tell it like it is
Kids today call it "Keeping it real."
Been doing it for a long, long, long, long time
And I won't stop writing the real
Until I'm dead and gone . . .

If I don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna complain
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna post their opinion on their blog
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get offended
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna learn something
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna like the booty pictures
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna think they're slick
(This is a warning)
But I'm always going to check
(This is a warning)
Because this is a blogger's threat

Baby, this is a blogger's threat


This is my life. This is my blog. I can post whatever I want to post. You don't have to visit my blog. I don't have to warn anyone! It's not like I have straight-up porn on my blog. Plus, a bouncing ass never hurt anybody. [sic]

Learn to love the booty.


Holla!


* * * Words lifted from the R. Kelly-penned ballad "A Woman's Threat."

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