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Roses are red, violets are blue
My rhymes rhyme, but yours don't
Hey! Im all up in your face like a rabid chimp,
Ill eat shrimp on a blimp but I aint no wimp
I send American flags to Ho Chi Minh,
And Bart Simpson toys to Sam Kinison
If you're akin to sin, you may just win,
Unless you buy a condom that's made of lamb skin
Im down with you of course and your friend Ian,
Although half of this rap is Indo European
I translated it so it would make sense
To all you ladies and gents but there's no evidence
If Im going too fast or if Im going too slow
You can always press repeat on this funky fresh flow
Though you may not even know if I mean what I say,
Its legit when I tell you this homey don't play
So sit back and relax and pop open a Coke,
Compared to me, 50 Cent, your rhymes are a joke
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Word, word, word to your mother and your father too,
And props to anyone who keeps staying true
And shout outs to my homeys across the globe, accept diversity but diss a homophobe
The only way to understanding is to embrace the truth,
Were all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus
Were only here for a bit, so make the best of it
Don't look back in sixty years
To see your life was garbage!
But the point Im trying to make is that
My flows are so def like a big milkshake
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
But the Sugarhill Gang is misquoted the most
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So get this point right here, it's perfect clear,
Props to anyone who bought Nothing to Fear
Shout outs to Wesley Willis, Atom G, and John Hall
Word to MC Paul Barman, hey return my call!
What's up to Jerry Garcia, Hendrix, Morrison and Zappa,
Word to Devo, Weird Al, and those girls from Abba
I hope you have a good day and that you're feeling swell,
Even though the music industry can be hell
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