Wayward Sons

[Skit: Mother, Mr. D Industry]

Boys, come on and sit down at the table

Mister D industry is here for dinner

And I want you to be on your best behavior

Atlanta, it's nice to see you again my dear

Your family has such a good history

Yes, Mr. Industry, it's always been you to see the potential

In all my sons and daughters

You've made me out to be quite the household name

I'd even say that I'm more popular than my older sisters

Chi or Brooklyn

Because of what you did with my babies

I'm seen in movies, mind numbing reality shows

And children circuit sitcoms

When I came today, to see if any of your younger children

Can do what your older children did for us

Might as well keep the money coming

Now, Mr. Industry, this is why I must humbly apologize to you

You see, two of my babies, my two youngest suns

You see, they're really close to their mama

And I know they love me but

They just a little off

Wayward sons

That's them down at the end of the table

Flicking pee's at one another

That's Johnny Venus and that's Diego Dot

They always together

Never really did play with their other brothers and sisters

And even though you good at making my babies into cash cows

They just seem like a challenge

And sadly, I don't know who they daddy is

Or even what I was smoking when I was pregnant

But if indeed you can handle them

You're more than welcome to take them off my hands

Hahahaha, tell them to pack their bags

Alright, D Industry, it's your funeral