Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.

Catch a throatful from the fire vocal Ashing and molten glass like Eyjafjallajökull.

The motto goes: Sex, Drugs and Rock 'n' Roll. I prefer: Love, Hugs and Hip-Hop Soul.

Raise your right palm: We do solemnly swear To stack more dough more calmly this year.

Nowadays, the game is all bugged out, Phony, like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out.

There's four sides to every story... If these walls could talk, they'd probably still ignore me.

Uh oh, it's beer o'clock, I think I'm sober. How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?

Scared of a bunch of water? Then get out the rain. Order a rapper for lunch, and spit out the chain.

You could either ignore this advice, or take it from me: Be too nice, and people take you for a dummy.

Listenin to nothin, takin no suggestions, All destructive criticisms that can't improve on perfection.

Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck, And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.

Golly, he's just a pest and your worst best friend, Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend.

Soup's on and I got a coupon. Chinese restaurant asking for the Grey Poupon. He said "No, duck sauce, soy sauce... And this ain't no Burger King, so you no get no toy, boss."

Mary, you make me wanna eat you Every time I see you, it's like the first time I meet you Fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through.

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