Heed her warning.

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Hanging at the church on a Wednesday night. Rock Band, wall kicking, and dodgeball.

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Waiting for Half-Blood Prince to start at the midnight showing.

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who knew Max Bemis got married?
i didn't until just now

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Lyrics from whatthefolk.net

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
They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless
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.
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.
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.
Other rappers dis me
Say my rhymes are sissy.
Why? Why? Why?
What?
Why exactly?
What? Why?
Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?
Why?
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!
I'm the motherflippin'
I'm the motherflippin'
I'm the motherflippin'
Who's the motherflippin?
I'm the motherflippin'
I'm the motherflippin'
I'm the motherflippin'
Motherflippin'

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I'm the pretty prince of parties
You're a tasty piece of pastry
You're so lighty flighty flakey
I go where the party takes me
I'm the funky monkey junky
You're a flunky bunky donkey
You're a picture of the devil's daughter
I'm a pitcher of holy water
Oh pretty prince of parties where's
the party now? - I don't know.
Oh pretty prince of parties where does
water go? - I let it flow.
Oh pretty prince of parties can I come
to your party? - No.
Oh pretty prince of parties where do
you get your clothes? - They're made
of snow. Pretty party clothes
crocheted of snow.
I'm the mickey Maori minstrel
You're the high priestess of tinsel
I'm the guru god of ganja
Ramashalanka lanka ravi shanka
la la la la la la la la la la la la

Lyrics credit: whatthefolk.net

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