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They call me the Rhymenocerous.Not because I'm fator because I got birds on my backbut because I’m horny.I’m horny!When I'm on the mike about global warmingyou can't ignore me.In the bedroom I'm a gentleman,the ladies come before me.Check your yellow pagesI'm a registered rhymenacologist.Now I'm passing over the mike to the Hophopopotamus.Yeah they call me the Hiphopopotamus.My lyrics are bottomless.........Sometimes my rhymes are polite,like 'thank you Mrs. Johnson for dinner that was delicious, goodnight.'And other times they're obsene,like a pornographic R-18 dreamabout bitches smothered in margarine.Ha ha ha! Pow pow!They call me the Hiphopopotamus.Flows that glow like phosphorouspoppin’ off the top of this esophagus.I’m not a large water-dwelling mammalthat's moved to this metropolis to learn how to breakdance.Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?Did Steve tell you that, perchance?What kind of rapping name is Steve?Steve.Other rappers dis meSay my rhymes are sissy.Why? Why? Why?What?Why exactly?What? Why?Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?Why?Why, because I rap about reality?Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.Hey! Ho!My rhymes are so potent that in this small segmentI made all of the ladies in the area pregnant.Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist,but you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.My rhymes and records they don’t get playedBecause my records and rhymes they don’t get madeAnd if you rap like me you don’t get paidAnd if you roll like me you don’t get laid.

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Spellbound by a thousand thoughts, this veil of tears summons the beings of darkness to my sideAs Scandinavian Ice Princesses dance like fluttering dreams around my head too soon forgottenI can but hum a magical tune to turn away the silence of my own heart The silence of my own soul But where has it gone, has it been so long?? These questions haunt me like a snake haunts the dying thoughts of a poisoned man in the Arabian desert Still I beckon the beings of light to do battle in one last fight for the good of the CosmosStand guard Jasmin, unsheath your sword, Gargamel!!Evil lurks in the craftiest of placesThe smallest of spacesThe fastest of pacesI turn away to shield my gaze from that which seeks my demiseOnly to see a sight that restores my heartMy flittering fortunes, found againIn the cooing of a baby dove, his tears drenching his feathery faceHis feathery paceHis feathery race Has been run, the finish line in sight, he turns to me and smiles and with one soft "po-tweet" gives me the hope I need to carry on.This I truly and honestly believeWonderful!!
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They call me the Rhymenocerous.Not because I'm fator because I got birds on my backbut because I’m horny.I’m horny!When I'm on the mike about global warmingyou can't ignore me.In the bedroom I'm a gentleman,the ladies come before me.Check your yellow pagesI'm a registered rhymenacologist.Now I'm passing over the mike to the Hophopopotamus.Yeah they call me the Hiphopopotamus.My lyrics are bottomless.........Sometimes my rhymes are polite,like 'thank you Mrs. Johnson for dinner that was delicious, goodnight.'And other times they're obsene,like a pornographic R-18 dreamabout bitches smothered in margarine.Ha ha ha! Pow pow!They call me the Hiphopopotamus.Flows that glow like phosphorouspoppin’ off the top of this esophagus.I’m not a large water-dwelling mammalthat's moved to this metropolis to learn how to breakdance.Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?Did Steve tell you that, perchance?What kind of rapping name is Steve?Steve.Other rappers dis meSay my rhymes are sissy.Why? Why? Why?What?Why exactly?What? Why?Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?Why?Why, because I rap about reality?Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.Hey! Ho!My rhymes are so potent that in this small segmentI made all of the ladies in the area pregnant.Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist,but you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.My rhymes and records they don’t get playedBecause my records and rhymes they don’t get madeAnd if you rap like me you don’t get paidAnd if you roll like me you don’t get laid.
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lol. just to scare the hell out of everyone. BUMP (and I suck for not doing this at 4 am so people can wake up and truly think it's a real comeback).

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Welcome to the club, we'll go see Elton one day. And we'll wear matching pink polo shirts with our collars flipped up. With light blue shorts and and a white cloth belt. It will be awesome.
I've got the polo and the shorts, but I lost my belt. Better hit up abercrombie.
Spellbound by a thousand thoughts, this veil of tears summons the beings of darkness to my sideAs Scandinavian Ice Princesses dance like fluttering dreams around my head too soon forgottenI can but hum a magical tune to turn away the silence of my own heart The silence of my own soul But where has it gone, has it been so long?? These questions haunt me like a snake haunts the dying thoughts of a poisoned man in the Arabian desert Still I beckon the beings of light to do battle in one last fight for the good of the CosmosStand guard Jasmin, unsheath your sword, Gargamel!!Evil lurks in the craftiest of placesThe smallest of spacesThe fastest of pacesI turn away to shield my gaze from that which seeks my demiseOnly to see a sight that restores my heartMy flittering fortunes, found againIn the cooing of a baby dove, his tears drenching his feathery faceHis feathery paceHis feathery race Has been run, the finish line in sight, he turns to me and smiles and with one soft "po-tweet" gives me the hope I need to carry on.This I truly and honestly believeWonderful!!
RR, LLY, Mr.Z, and Clay. You sir, are a God.
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lol. just to scare the hell out of everyone. BUMP (and I suck for not doing this at 4 am so people can wake up and truly think it's a real comeback).
It worked. NH. But this thread was fun to read through.
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internet is serious business......fwp was such a terrible thing FCP had to ban him for 2 years..
2 Years? What did he do kill a mod's mother. Ive seen links to horrible porn here and those people are still here.
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