Gin and Juice, 'cuz I rhyme like Seuss.
A hip-hop minstrel.
Hanging mental ornamentals from your mantle
Like it's tinsel.
I'll skip the Dom and I'll skip the Chron,
I get headaches from the Perrignon,
And pot makes me sweaty.
For real, yo.
I hope no one was offended by that.
Ladies like to look me up at home on their computers,
I get messages from the MySpace mamas and the Facebook cougars.
I like to get with the bitches and hos,
But I never use the words bitches and hos,
'Cuz bitches don't like those words no more...
The bitches!
All I need's a name,
And I'll be a real rapper.
I'll join the Wu-Tang Clan.
I need a name that makes the ladies tingle,
So they want me in their sandwiches like I was Kraft (r) singles.
I could be LL2R, because ladies love to rub me.
I am the master melodic, the human harmonic, the super-star with the Rated-R Guitar, hip-hopping, panty-dropping, Photoshoping, feel coppin', super-sonic boom, that makes the ladies swoon, the harbinger of tune is...
Rhune Kincaid
But that's not a rapping name.
Freestyle!
All you out there, hit us with a freestyle.
That rapping was pathetic,
You need a rapping diuretic.
My name's Rhune, but everybody knows by now,
I got the flow.
The lyrics I am spittin', are make you all smitten.
I rap like a lion, but you rap like a kitten.
credits
from American Chipfunk,
released June 6, 2010
Music and Lyrics by Rhune Kincaid
