“Perfect Strangers” was my favorite sitcom/I’d watch every Friday with my sister and mom/when “Family Matters” got Urkel, it was a hit/and I stayed in on weekends for a bit.
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You’re welcome, thanks/Yeah, that’s Carlton Banks/but it feels shocking/to see him young, popping and locking.
If you steal a beat, it’s like “Freeze, don’t move”/You’d be amazed how nerds can hit a groove/Then when asked about your track, the jokes are ample/They’ll take some time to crack on your sample.
If you want a rapping ad/with cheesy rhymes for food that’s bad/then I’m gonna insist/that you can’t touch this.
Made you wait seven days/for a Bobby Brown double play/He was the king of new jack swing/which happened to be an Unrap thing.
Warren Beatty in an election and you better look out/he gives a speech and tells what it’s all about/with some rhymes that were heaven sent/and people thought we couldn’t have a black president.
Vanilla Ice at the end of his fifteen minutes/there’s a bad movie sequel, and he’s in it/that’s the type of thing for which he’d have to settle/a few years before going rap metal.
It’s summer, you tired of reruns?/think everything on the tube is no fun?/Well, hell, don’t even start, man/just get up and do the Bartman.
Ferngully is gully, how’s that/it’s in the forest with a rapping bat/Mork and Mindy, Patch Adams, this/I’d like to give constructive criticism, but it’d become a dis.
Don’t bust a grape/don’t break your tape/act like you know what it’s all about/and listen to the raisins, check ‘em out.