In the spirit of giving, and of whimsical song and dance, which is typical of Zibbudie Babbuhl Lane, I am disclosing, our next project, which is another Rap, done by the both of us.
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Well look who it is,
all sitting down on the couch!
It's old uncle Ray,
I can tell by the pouch!
He's got remotes,
he's got one of each kind!
Too bad they don't make one
that turns on his mind!
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Who pulled the string
on this cliched hip-hop minion?
Who's this underage knockoff
with his store bought opinion?
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Am I bein' dissed by the
brontosorous of rhyme?
There's cave art of you
freakin' to morris day and the time!
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Watch it little man
because you're on thin ice!
Ain't you the one
who just got sent home with lice?
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Listen old man
don't make me come down on you harder!
Rhyming against me
don't make you no suicide martyr.
How did it feel when you
picked out two caskets--
One for each nut that they
plucked from your basket?!
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Yes, it is stupid, yes, as Kayla has said before again and again, it is sad, but it's what we do here at Zibbudie Babbuhl, and i'll be damned if I ruin this tradition.
It's not the whole thing, so you know, wait in excitement as we create such a wonderful medley of sound, in rap form.
Have you seen her dressed in blue? seen the sky in front of you?
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