Believe me, I know, the below is not perfect meter or rhyme, but neither is rap…
Kanye Why You Be So Chilly?
Kanye, why you be so chilly, I ask when I see you all the time.
Up under a hoodie and sweats, livin’ deep the Yeezy line.
Busty lass on your arm, she wearin’ next to nuthin’ next to you.
So, why you be so chilly, bro, is there something wrong with that thermastat in you?
I guess maybe if I was a rapper, I’d get the style, the pose, the perennial poopie face.
But why he be so discontent, that brother runnin far ahead in life’s race.
Hijacking’ Taylor’s VMA, public dissin’ Kim.
Name-checkin’ God’s seat placement, Adidas slip up and away from him.
Got to be more to it all than just bad wardrobe choice.
Selling albums more and more, do you need the attention hoist?
But when I see you all the time, your hoodie look looks just so silly.
But I have to ask just one more time my brother, Kanye why you be so chilly?
