The 2009/10 Washington Wizards Rap Song: "Blow It Up"

We all express our grief for the 2009/10 Washington Wizards in different ways.  Some of us talk it out.  Others write about it.  Others, like my man Matt Moore of Hardwood Paroxysm, write about it and encourage others to write about it.  

For Bullets Forever user ThaCaronic, expression of grief comes differently.  ThaCaronic writes rap songs in his spare time, and last night's loss to Oklahoma City prompted him to write one about this year's Wizards.  He entitled it "Blow it Up," a fitting title for this team.  

Listen to the rap song here.  Lyrics are below the jump.  Thanks again to ThaCaronic for sharing.

"Blow it Up" rap song

Verse1

Got a question for mah man Flip Saunders

Why ya boys yellah like a baby with jaundice?

Heartache after heartache

Night after night

When you a Wiz fan

That’s your plight

Got no fight in the tank

A Bunch of knuckleheads

Gils packin’ heat

Someone call the feds

Wheres the gentleman?

Paddin’ his stats?

Fighting Brenda for boards man’s tryna make stacks

Of cheddar on that free agent market

Ready for the new year, ready to Dick Clark it

The ball drop in DC, just not in the basket

Who stole Caron’s game I gotta unmask ‘em

Poundin’ the rock, Gil holds it hostage

Close it out like Boykins DCs Brad Lidge

Big 3 2^nd rate set up men

At least now we got HD on CSN

Hook

Blow it up

Should we blow it up

Blow it up

Should we blow it up

Yo Bullets Forever I gotta holla

Trade ‘em all to Cleveland for 50 cents on a dolla

X2

Verse 2

Yo 7 day Dray the season is 82

Games long those braces overdue

NY, ya rock a tight fade

But why every J gotta be a fade away

Get on the glass with Wookie and Taser

Miller looks like Jesus but he ain’t the savior

Ernie and Flip, figure it out fast

Before the trade deadlines passed

Bill Simmons wants the GM job in the LA

How bout Prada or Truth In Chocolate Citay?

Here’s my Phil-osophy 45

Stop shooting Jumpers, remember how to drive

Take it back to the days of NBA Live

When the swagger rode high and we talked hella jive

Hook

Verse 3

RIP Abe don’t turn in your grave

Visiting teams let us pave the way

We can blow tight games or you can blow us out

We got vets in the locker room who hold all the clout

Drought, like Agent Zero at the foul line

Hey Antawn ever dropped a dime

Selfish play seems to earn big minutes

Neck tats and ducktales are just ridiculous

D-Steve, why aren’t ya inactive?

Your jump shot is so unattractive

Like the King through the lane - Crab Dribble

We need role players like Joel Pryzbilla

Chillin in the palace with Eddie Tapscott

Just waitin for Hibachi to take quality shots

Don’t give up on the boy like Rook

Just time to turn another page in the book