Ahem
(line breaks are pauses for breath, in in alternating lisping, whining, booming style)
I'm eating
tapas in
Chiapas with
el sup
With my brand new
recipe for
stone soup
I got the rest of you internet
MCs neck deep in the warm green baby poop.
I'd rawtha kiss you than
diss you... but
Lord
Vishnu
help you if you
ak a fool.
Cause I won't miss you, when I huck slugs (verbal-wise)
de me
máquina
That is de mi
blunderbuss
The rumbles from my jungle are thunderous
The semi-precious stones of my
ineffable logic are wonderous
I am a lyrical
snuffleupagus
I wear a
mesh back.
I walkedabout the
outback
with a
keg of whiskey in my
rucksack
I lost my
punk rock belt in
Tazzie so sometimes you see my asscrack
I encountered a spider, he mouthed off, I got
pissed
I severely disrupted his
chi with the
Brooklyn galaxy fist
Do you liiikkkke american muuussssic?(sung)
Well tough shit.
A dit dot dit dot dit
Dat's right I also rap in
morse code
I got the sniffles in Sweden, thus a
Norse cold.
I'd like to say peace and love on the playground to
Love's Army and mi primo
Hilarious Bookbinder
(throws
mic to the ground, points to it and says "
that's hot, don't touch it")