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Roses are red, are blue.
My rhyme, but yours don't.

Hey! I'm all up in your like a rabid chimp,
I'll eat shrimp on a blimp but I no wimp.
I send American to Ho Chi Minh,
and Bart Simpson to Sam Kinison.
If you're akin to sin, you may win,
unless you buy a that's made of lamb skin.
I'm with you of course and your friend Ian,
half of this rap is Indo European.
I translated it so it would sense
to all you ladies and gents but no evidence
if I'm too fast or if I'm going too slow.
You can always "repeat" on this funky fresh flow.
Though you may not even if I mean what I say,
legit when I tell you this homey don't play.
So sit back and relax and pop a Coke,
compared to me, 50 Cent, your are a joke.

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Word, word, word to your mother and father too,
and props to anyone who keeps true.
And shout outs to my homeys across the globe, diversity but diss a homophobe.
The only way to understanding is to the truth,
all creatures of God, Buddha, Allah, and Zeus.
We're only here for a bit, so make the of it.
Don't back in sixty years
to see life was... garbage!
But the I'm trying to make is that
my are so def like a big milkshake.
I mean to brag, I don't mean to boast,
but the Sugarhill is misquoted the most.

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So get point right here, it's perfect clear,
props to anyone who "Nothing to Fear."
outs to Wesley Willis, Atom G., and John Hall.
Word to MC Barman, hey return my call!
up to Jerry Garcia, Hendrix, Morrison and Zappa,
word to Devo, "Weird Al," and those girls Abba.
I hope you a good day and that you're feeling swell,
though the music industry can be hell.

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