11/9 Alan Thicke 1947-2009

So I'ma present this in a diff-er-ent light, and murder the dad from Growing Pains in the Thicke of the night,cuz he ain't rippin it right/ son what I'm spittin is nice, and when it's all said and done- I'll be sticking his wife, and after hittin it twice/ And gettin sweet head, ima make her eat lead, together they can weep-dead, boil the meat off their faces and make a sweetbread/ that's what I call a meathead, did you really think hiring Arsenio Hall would give you some street cred?/ f*ck no! You'd better duck yo,  Before I wreak some havoc, retribution for the hassle I got from your border patrol customs faggots/  you're a dude that likes cocks, you ain't Rachael mcadams, snow, avril, hartman or mike fox, you prolly root for the white sox/ cuz your home team ain't runnin shit, even your own (tv) son didn't listen to none of your punishments, plus lil ben was gettin molested by boner and lovin it/ doesn't it all make sense?, in present tense? Steal you in the face like leonardo dicap stole your presents then left?! never repent, what i spit's the right,he'd be pissed tonite, if he found out i told everyone how good tv shows were his kryptonite/ that bitch cant fight, plus he's ugly, them playgirl photos of you and that fuzzy bunny were fugly! i'm like an '87 fairoaks britches rugby trust me, I'll f*ck you up sonny.....