Re: The Fire That Drives The Engine of Capitalism
Goddamn I love this.
As all who’ve watched it know, the big pleasure—aside from seeing rhythm-free honkies rap about Brer Rabbit syrup and Fleishmann’s margarine—is listening for all the rhymes concocted to scan with “super-broker shuffle.”
My favorite: “I didn’t come here to drop my duffle, I came here to do the super-broker shuffle.”
Runner-up: “I didn’t come here to feather my ruffle.”
Now I must go somewhere to drop my duffle…