So I’m thinking about starting another blog dedicated to people who should not rap. With the recent rash ofrhyming math teachers
that Bindi Irwin has entered the rap game.
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SHOW ME HOW
Yes, Bindi Irwin, the late Steve “Crocodile Hunter” Irwin’s daughter.
Ever since Bindi’s dad’s unfortunate encounter with a surly stingray, the poor little rich girl has been trotted out as something of a successor to her father’s legacy with her TV show, chat-show appearances and other promo work. Now she’s become a sort of a pop star in Australia, releasing albums full of songs about terrorizing animals and grabbing their reproductive business for the cameras. The music sounds like some sort of oddball Hannah Montana/Peaches hybrid.
Maybe Jack Hanna’s grandkids can start a stepping crew to dance behind her? Getting crunk with crocs? Beefin’ with geeses? I don’t know, I’m white. Lay off. – Craig Hlavaty