another old favorite…

rats and tats
smoking with the frats
on your hats
i hate cats
and brats
i write lotsa rhymes about stats

dear cheese lawyer
you’re like tom sawyer
paint my shit fence
and that six pence
none the richer
mother bitcher
in the kitchen
ill be bitchin
while im cookin fried chicken
stuff it up your ass
while im swingin
my dingaling
i want you to play
stay away
ill verse chorus verse your face
dont reach for your mace
try puff daddy
you can puff my mgruff
if i can toke your smokey
im in class right now
learning about the plow
civilization doesnt get much betta
than when im deep in your chedda

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