What's the story? Me names Joanna
The only word that rhymes with is banana
As ya can tell, I'm a rapper

But ya probably think that I'm just a slapper
But say it to me face and you'll get a dig
Oh look there's a word that rhymes with pig

I have an idea for a song that's good
I'm goin' to rap about about bein' from the hood
See I grew up in Finglas South

Say anythin' bad about it and I'll knock ya out
You're meant to rap about it if your workin' class
About how ya do nothin' but sit on your arse

You're meant to say something about bein' on the dole
Rap in a Dublin accent about a pain in your hole
Me life is such a misery, I'll go on TV3

Ya can tell by me accent that I'm most definitely from

Dublin

Rappin' bout things that are mental, like its South Central
In Dublin
Rappin' bout drive-by shootins, thinkin' its Brooklyn


Gonna write a rap about how I haven't got a job
I'm so broke I go to tesco and I rob

I think I might rap that me uncle has a gun
Or how my cousin Anto likes to take it up the bum
I might write a rap about how me life is very tough

And how gangs down at Centra make the place so rough
I might even write about me homies in me crew
Or how I rap coz there's nothing else to do

I could rap about the turf war that we have with Ballymun
Or how I robbed a Topaz and now I'm on the run
I could rap that me homies never get a chance

It could be like something off Save The Last Dance
I could say how me mates think I'm like Nicki Minaj
Or how I roll joints on me porch with the lads

I'm from the hood yo, down in the ghetto
I can't think of anything that rhymes with that


Dublin
Rappin' bout things that are mental, like its South Central
In Dublin

Rappin' bout drive-by shootins, thinkin' its Brooklyn