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This Guy Rapping Dr. Seuss Books to Dr. Dre Beats is Straight FIRE

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By Jenny Rapson

Wes Capp rapping Dr. Seuss — Wes Tank/YouTube.com

I was today years old when I learned that Dr. Seuss was the original rap lyricist. All it took was a guy with too much time on his hands during a pandemic and the wonders of the internet to drop this fresh knowledge into my life and joy into my day.

And since I am ALL ABOUT spreading joy, I’m gonna share it with you.

Behold, filmmaker Wes Tank rapping Hop on Pop by Dr. Seuss to Dr. Dre beats!!

Did that make your day or what?? But wait, THERE’S MORE! Tank also has super fun, tongue-twisting rap renditions of five other Dr. Seuss classics, including Cat In the Hat, Fox in Socks, and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish.

There are six total Dr. Seuss books rapped over Dr. Dre beats, which means you can let Wes Tank rap your kids a bedtime story for at least the next six nights straight.

Can I get a WHAT WHAT?

Seriously, Tank’s skill is out of this world! It’s not just fun to listen to, it’s AMAZING to hear him rap Dr. Seuss’s crazy rhymes and nonsense words without a single stumble. And I gotta say . . . some of those books are so long that my jaw would be hurting by the time I got to the end, so having a guest reader of this caliber is always welcome. You and your kiddos are both gonna love it! If you don’t believe me, take it from these YouTube commenters:

“Not the pandemic hero we asked for, but the pandemic hero we needed.”

“Me randomly scrolling YouTube: this is ridiculous just why? I guess I’ll watch it for 30 seconds Me 40 minutes later: I can’t stop watching these and everyone needs to know about this.”

“I’m devastated to think that there are only a finite number of Dre beats & Seuss books. Please don’t ever stop.”

I don’t always agree with the people of the internet, but when I do, it’s usually about something undeniably incredible like this!

Thank you, Wes Tank, for indeed being the pandemic hero we didn’t know we needed!

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Jenny Rapson

Jenny Rapson is a follower of Christ, a wife and mom of three from Ohio and a freelance writer and editor. You can find her at her blog, Mommin' It Up, or follow her on Twitter.

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