Mackling Unto More

From the day he was born, Macklemore Moremackle was someone special. With glimmering eyes like sapphires, skin like soft buttered toast, and his hair like low fat Becel on his bagely physique. So utterly beautiful, with a voice like rivers flowing or the summer breeze through wind chimes. Absolute divinity sounded his birth, angels smiling down at his grandpa swag imbued face, the fae folk coming and leaving their sugar spoons around the babe as he mackled his first mackle.

All was not well though, and an ancient evil awoke to balance the good and evil in the world. A man named Kanye West, entered his zone and was transformed into an idol, one of a kind, on his Kanye Quest to be the Kanye Best with a Kanye Vest of pure evil. Placing a curse on the intrepid young Mackle, slaying his mother with the dopest of rhymes that sundered the Earth and summoned wretched demons with eyes of rot, teeth of decay, and the sickest rhymes that yo' would fall off muthafucka like shit be UNREAL.

Such idle happenings aside though, a day rolled by in the life of the orphan Macklemore and he came upon a figure most grand. Towering and great, with expensive headphones and some generic ugly clothes that for some reason cost a whole lot. This figure so wise and fly was none other than the grand sorcerer and headphones producer that maybe made music at some point but really it isn't what he was remembered for, the one, the only, Doctor Dre! Now with more proper medical licensing! His figure so Nubian and enticing with bulging biceps that he has because reasons, sweat shimmering and giving his body a lovely glisten. With an inquisitive eye, as Macklemore eyed him, he eyed Macklemore, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"Would you care to rap with me, young… Macklemore." He purred in his deep sexy baritone voice, like chocolate to the ears and oh-so enticing."Of course, doctor, perhaps afterwards you can give me a… physical to see if my rhymes mackle properly" He cooed, honeysuckle on his tongue and on his full pink lips. With a sensual moan, they linked arms and sexily swagged off to produce some music.

More to be mackled!