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Roses are red, violets are blue
My rhymes rhyme, but yours don't
Hey! I'm all up in your face like a rabid chimp
I'll eat shrimp on a blimp but I ain't 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
I'm 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 I'm going too fast or if I'm 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
It's 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 h*mophobe
The only way to understanding is to embrace the truth
We're all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus
We're 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 I'm 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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