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Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest girls you know
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And if there’s too many heads on my blunt, I won’t spark it
I’ll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel
‘Til everybody’s gone and it’s cool
Then I spark it up with my brother
His Mama named him Moe but I call him Moe Lover
And he’s more than a cover, he’s a quilt
We’re putting ♥♥♥♥ together like the house that John built on the hill
‘Cause this ♥♥♥♥ gonna feel like Velvet Turtle
My style fits tighter than a girdle
If you hate it, then you can just leave it, like Beaver
But in a day or two I’ll make you a true believer in me
‘Cause like the alphabet, you’ll C
That ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy
Like Chef Boyardee, our rhyme is truly cookin’
Peace to Matty Rich ‘cause he’s straight outta Brooklyn, New York
I don’t eat pork or swine when I dine
I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine or a Heineken
If you have time, I’ll drop a rhyme again