A gangsta rap song I just made up about TPIR.
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You get called down to the Contestants' Row
Playin' against two bitches and a bro
Here comes the model, a big booty ho
The Ho Train is tuggin a new stereo
You lay down a bid on that ghetto bling
Think you did so good, hear the fat lady sing
But then MC Drew reads the retail price
Outbid by a dollar by a bitch cold as ice.
The price is wrong, bitch, you don't get no prize
So sit your ass down 'til it's time to rise
And when Ice Bitch wins a brand new SUV
You lament to yourself, "That could have been me."
The price is wrong, bitch, here comes another turn
The bitches are loud, and the lights do burn
And when they replay Ice Bitch winning the SUV
You lament to yourself, "That could have been me."
Another contestant comes down and play
Biddin' on purses, that's so fuckin' gay
But you got it on the nose and make it look like ease
DJ Rich says you'll play Plinko for 50 G's
Distracted by the model, the big booty ho
And on each price guess, you get a big fat "no."
You drop your chip, don't know where it will go
And then you cry when it lands in the zero.
The price is wrong, bitch, you don't get no prize
So sit your ass down 'til it's time to rise
And you think about Ice Bitch and her SUV
You lament to yourself, "That could have been me."
The price is wrong, bitch, spin that motherfuckin' wheel
This is "The Price is Right," not "Let's Make a Deal."
And when big booty ho sees you spin it with class.
She might invite you backstage to tap that big ol' ass.
While MC Bob is poppin' pussies on the beach
Ice Bitch gets a dollar, that's out of fuckin' reach
You spin the wheel and hope you get the buck
But it don't go around, you get booed and feel like fuck.
You spin it again and land on ninety-five
Gotta spin it again and land on the five.
It slows down on the five, but it lands on the buck
The Showcase Dream is over, and you feel like fuck.
The price is wrong, bitch, you don't get no prize
So sit your ass down 'til it's time to rise
And when Ice Bitch gets the Double Showcase dream
You lament to yourself, "That could have been me."
The price is wrong, bitch, here's yo' consolation prize.
A year of Rice-A-Roni and some shoes that glide.
And when you see MC Bob poppin' that big booty queen
You lament to yourself, "That could have been me."