Pitbull Meets Shakespeare

The Globe Theater — Photo By Author

It is goeth down, I yelleth Timber

Thou best moveth, Thou best danceth

Let us maketh an eve thou shan’t recall

I’ll beith the one thou shan’t forget

The larger thou art, the harder thou falleth

These big-iddy boys are dig-gidy dogs

I haveth then like Miley Cyrus, disrobed

Shaketh in thou underclothes, timber

Faceth down, bottoms up, timber

That be the way we liketh to–fie?–timber

I be slikr than a spill of grease

She sayeth she won’t, mark I beteth she will, timber

Swingeth thy lady round and round

At eves end, it be goeth down

Pray one shot, a further round

At eves end, it be goeth down

Swingeth thy lady round and round

At eves end, it be goeth down

Pray one shot, a further round

At eves end, it be goeth down

It is goeth down, I yelleth Timber

Thou best moveth, Thou best danceth

Let us maketh an eve thou shan’t recall