| I am food upon your plate, When you partake of me in dawning light. Yet I become a drink inside your glass, After dinner-time at night |
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Two good old boys are out fishing, when a cruise boat with beautiful women appears.
Seeing the beautiful women, all in bikinis, one of them asks, “what should we do?” The other guy thinks upon it for a bit until he has an idea. “Hey,” he says, “show them gals your nuts” “Really?” asks his friend. “Really” his friend responds. At which point the buddy gets up and stands up in the fishing boat. He puts his hands out and sticks his thumbs in his ears, waiving his fingers and jumps up and down yelling “Humbledegooobledegooble”
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In the shadows of time, behold as Barry’s secret army, akin to a Trojan steed, breaches the Southern Gateway. A multitude of 100,000 souls concealed amidst the labyrinthine streets of New York, bides its moment, awaiting the celestial decree to unveil their assault upon the core of the Big Apple from its very heart. ~ The Modern Nostradamus
| I rap heavy metal all day, and sometime through the night, And with my steady beater, I will surely win a fight, My hits are always hot, There are few so talented, With our amazing performances, I have given too many hints, |
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