You have a great gift for rhyme.Yes, yes some of the time.
How 'bout I just go eat some hay?I could make things out of clay And lay by the bay. I just may!What'd ya say?
I'm the ghost with the most.
A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters,Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout.Down came the Goblin and took the spider out.
This is my rifle...This is my gun...This is for fighting...This is for fun.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.
But only in their dreams can men be truly free.'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.
Feel the rhythm! Feel the rhyme!Get on up, its bobsled time!
Let’s kick the tires and light the fires, big daddy!
One, two, Freddy's coming for you.Three, four, Better lock your door.Five, six, grab a crucifix.Seven, eight, Gonna stay up late.Nine, ten, Never sleep again.
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
Remember remember the fifth of November.
Don't get high on your own supply.
I feel the need, the need for speed!
On the microphone I drop bombsLook at this car! Thanks a lot, mom!
Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women!
Riddle me this, riddle me thatWho's afraid of the big, black bat?
I'm Kevin Gnapoor!The G's silent when I sneak through your door.And make love to your woman on the bathroom floor
Don't you worry your pretty striped head,we're gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed.
Pardon me for being rudeIt was not me it was my foodIt just popped up to say helloAnd now it's gone back down below
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