Baby Rapper

Ever since I was a kid, I've loved The Beatles. Every day for the past 21 years, I've been listening to the Beatles for every waking second of my life. I implanted a chip into my ear that softly plays The Beatles discography so I never felt alone. Without Ringo, Pingo, Jingo and Gingo, I would be lost. I dressed up as Mr. Kite for Halloween as a babe, I was a walrus once, and I take hard psychedelics to honor them. For the past while though, it's felt as if something was missing from the fab four. With the world moving as fast as it is, it felt like they really couldn't keep up. I tried taking more psychedelics, I tried crossfading with ever clear, but my boys never hit the same since the towers fell. Then, I found this. A dancing, rapping baby that neither dances nor raps. A magnificent display so mesmerizing it made me shed tears. Truly, without Baby Rapper, I wouldn't be here today. I can live another day of this beautifully twisted reality thanks to Baby Rapper. All hail Baby Rapper.