A Musical Revalation

Style 2: Parody and Satire
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“Have a baby by me baby and be a millionaire”
These are the lyrics to 50 cents new single and i must say its....
Fucking ledgendary!
I was worried his new album was gonna be a bit misoginistic but that 50 tells it like it is, was and ever will be.
althought i am quite concerned by how gay people are gonna stay employed under 50 cent's new world order, then again they never were his target market really... funny that, Any way I genuinely think he should run for president, finally! a leader that is acceptable to both the bitchies and the hos. I'm sure Barack O'bambi is quaking in his boots. The song seems to me to be a completely new economic theory, goodbye keynesian economics, microeconomics is so over and Marxs? CAN FUCK OFF!! both the liberal and the radical feminist had it wrong on this point. apparently the only why in which we can achieve ecomomic autonomy as women in this society is to have a baby by 50. though we can’t blame them for not spotting this sooner they do say hind sight to 20/20 don’t they.

Ladies listen!
You’ll “be a millionaire!!”
I think the prize for the best guess goes to the post feminists, as they worked that the only way to gain respect in this society is while shaking ones proverbial rump while wraped around a poll
Round of applause jordan, jodi marsh and Justine hamleton i sorely misjudged you
Here is my contrabution to what i hope will be 50 cents inaugural speach: 


my version of 50 cents baby by me.

Sacrifice self respect swettie i’ll buy you a house

There are so many things you can do with out

Like dignity, respect and self suficency

Its quite hard to get a house,

I know you really what a house

Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire

I wanna be a millionaire, wanna be a millionare

Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire

I wanna be a millionaire, wanna be a millionarie

I wanna sell my body, give you my soul

Want you to fill the void in my heart

With your platnum and gold

If i have your baby, then im set for life

Cause a baby momma is more secure than a wife

Im talking about 18 year of income

Tax and effort free

Theres a gold mine between my thighs

At least thats what 50s telling me

Kids are a comodity i’mma hold out for sole custody

If wants to see his children then he’ll pay out eventualy

Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire

I wanna be a millionaire, wanna be a millionare

sacrifice respect, sweetie i’ll buy you a house

oh, i’d quite like a house, id really like a house

Self worth and self respect are things you can live without

But i’d really like a house, i wanna big four bedroom house

i like the sound of modern employment

add a womb subtract any sense of shame divide your legs

and the result, a pay check.

im gonna have your baby

i hope its a girl,

ill call her passport she’ll take me all over the world

and then right after, ill have a boy

ill call him pension

he’ll my old age joy

i’ll have a baby by you baby

coz yous a millionaire

you’ll make me a millionaire

you gots plenty,you can share

i wanna be a millionaire,

be a millionaire

Right.... must be off im gonna burn all my books and any underwear that actually covers my arse oh, i must get sum butter and see if a can wegde myself into my pleather catsuit (meat is murder!), i heard 50 Cents been spotted in harrods im gonna if i can’t get me some shit! Now where did i put my thong....
Ah well just go without, playing hard to get is so over.