I like big spoons and I cannot lie  
Other grandmothers can’t deny  
That when the kid comes in with a tape full of sin
It gets *crushed*, want to grind up dust

Cause you heard that the MC cussed  
On the wall that the spoon is sharin’  
With the room where the speakers was blarin’

Oh darling, can’t let you hear that  
Can’t even let you near that

My bridge club tried to warn me  
But that tape you got made me so onery

Oh little munchkin  
Do you wanna play connect four once again?

Well lookie, here lookie  
Does my dearie want another cookie?

I’ve seen you napping  
To hell with that rapping

This house is neat, sweet  
So shoes off and then wipe your feet

I’m tired of MTV

Saying hip hop is for Gs

Take the average Gran-Gran and ask her that

Do the little ones need that rap?

So Hilda (hello!), Matilda (hello!)   Have grandsons found that smut? (Heavens no!)

Tell them to sit down, put milk in a cup

I think Grandma’s still got those buttercups

“Mixtape” got whacked! (Heavy spoon and a plastic shell case)

“Mixtape” got whacked! (Heavy spoon and a plastic shell case)

…

Unfortunately Im out of time and have to go meet a friend.

I’d like to save this and finish it later but I’m too sleep deprived to remember.

At some point I need to work in the line:

Cause you know that Gran-Gran mix a lot

And got that spoon swing down

“Mixtape” got whacked!