the one with the hiphopopotamus vs the rhymenoceros

[beaked]

Another one for picspammy. Because apparently I have nothing better to do and/or post about.






BRET: I’m the mother flippin’ Rhymenocerous
My beats are fly and the birds are on my back
And I’m horny
I’m horny
If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede
Cos I hit you with my flow
The Wild Rhino Stampede.
I’m not just wild, I’m trained,
Domesticated
I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated
And subsequently procreated
That’s how it goes
Here’s the Hiphopopotamus
The hip hop hippo
JERMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless



JERMAINE: They call me the Hiphopopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin’ off the top of this esophagus
Rockin’ this metropolis
I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
Steve.



BRET: My rhymes and records they don’t get played
Because my records and rhymes they don’t get made
And if you rap like me you don’t get paid
And if you roll like me you don’t get laid.
JERMAINE: My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I 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.



BRET: Other rappers dis me
Say my rhymes are sissy.
JERMAINE: Why? Why? Why?
BRET: What?
JERMAINE: Why exactly?
BRET: What? Why?
JERMAINE: Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why? Why?
BRET: 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!



BRET: I’m the motherflippin’
JERMAINE: I’m the motherflippin’
BRET: I’m the motherflippin’
JERMAINE: Who’s the motherflippin?
BRET: I’m the motherflippin’
JERMAINE: I’m the motherflippin’
BRET: I’m the motherflippin’
JERMAINE: Motherflippin’

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Now I must go reply to comments on my previous posts.