Why come after erry-time I kick it soft I gotta git stank?!?
Man...I gotta git stanky fubba funky!
stank like a skunk tryin 2 mate wit an albino rhino
aye
Bee
see
Dee
never atrocious
no norm
brainstorm
like a swarm
of locusts
ain't no Hoco
in my Poco
focus
words just ream
call me Lotus
spit on the Mic
wit my
viscus
mucus
take Tootie
and Rudi
an listen 2 RufusTELL ME SOMETHIN GOOD
TELLL MEE, TELLL MEEE, TELLL MEEE
TELL ME THAT U LIKE IT YEAHHHin my lock-a
I gotta
lotta
Shaka
Zulu
no Khan
more function
in my conjunctions
than the Autobahn
sokka
watashi no
wa atashi NO
ICIBAN
I see
me
Brudda D
dee West Indian
I be your Papi
you be my Mama-san
my light
so bright
you gotta wear
Ray-bans
makin lettuce like
arugula
rule like Kublai Khan
read Coleridge
in college
sans
protect-shan
no limits apon
4 my mental
erect-shan
like Vtio Genovese
not a Mafioso
da Don
please replace the Mic
I've spat uponSTANK-IN SKUNK-IN FUNK-IN
RAAAGHT HEEYAAAAopen up yo mind
listen wit ya ears
could-da chose many
only had one career
got grit like hominy
no Mic peer
bring truth
2 the game
I'm a sooth-sayer
never do I divide
my Divin-Nation
an Oracle 4 the Omnipotent
Hip-Hop rotation
hang round
the Lounge
the Conglomer-Ratti
beam me up Captain Kirk
say what up 2 Scotty
Carlos paid tribute
2 Slick Rick
and the LA DI DA DI
he got Dottie
I got her sister
don't want her 2 be formal
but she call me Mister
leave a blister
on cat's tongues
wit my twista
now you know why I can't
resist hernot Dottie
DA SKUNK FUNK-TAADee
parabola
poor rabble
I'm parabolas
the intersection
of circular surface
and planes
parallel
2 the straight line
that is my aim
no one brings
dymanics
or mathematics
2 the game
my point and foucs
my property symmetric
I postulate
on equality in my direct-trix
yes, tricks are 4 kids
and I do stink
when I
SKUNK
this
FUNK
and make ya eyes blinkDANN DAA DA DINT DAA DINT DAA DINT
CAN'T TOUCH THISthe terra
of my WICKY-WICK
wrist
BABY, BABY, BAY-BEE
I GOT THE FEELIN'
come hither
no need 2 dither
sit on my throne
A.K.A.
my sh--tt-er
don't worry bout da roaches
we call 'em ghetto critters
my Sister Jill got some stuff
make 'em TWOOT
like Twitter
come on an' Face my Book
one look
just a sliver
keep it top secret
till I deliver
by the way
Sister Jill
NO WAY
this will I recite
I wanna be soft come
Sunday night
don't try 2 bribe me
wit a can of Sprite
stop smilin'
I just wanna
Love-vey
my Dove-vey
on Gilligan's Island
don't be sore
after all
the show is
A THREE HOUR TOUR
A THREE HOUR TOURnope...nope...nope...NO WAAAYYYY!!
what? Momma don't know about Candice
last night!
OK-KAAAYYY!!
YOU WIN!
mens
don't eva do nuthin round Sista Jill!
you be sunk
like I just had 2 crunk
the FUNK
like a SKUNK
on this nasty
DUNK
somebody please replace
the BLACK-BOARD
it's smashed 2 smitha-reams
nah mean!


