My dreams dashed...

I just saw about 30 seconds of VH1's the White Rapper Show. In this brief time, I learned that "a true MC can peace out about any item at any time." I can only peace out (I think that is what they said) about certain items; namely dirty diapers, stubborn babies, and tummy time.

Here is a free-style about the picture above:

DAMN! I am a cute baby!
Sittin' in my funny chair
don't be hatin' cuz I ain't got hair
And if you don't got a poncho you can just get to steppin'.

Ok, so I will never be an MC of any kind. Sigh.