Jump 'em in like jump rope, double dutch Then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke, subtle touch Cuddle clutch, is this thing on? Like the fling with Mrs. King Kong, this spring gone? Sing a song of slaphappy crappiness He came to blow like it was strapped to his nappy chest Surely I jest, the best on a wireless mic Not an eye test, yet I di-gress But why stress? Try and remember when Maybe bit the tender skin-ned babysitter Gwendolyn The type to hit and run and go tell a friend Word to El Muerto cucaracha exoskeleton He know, flow like interstellar wind Tow a rap djinn by his toe into hell again {*ahem*} One two, check me too Loose wreck see through your gooseneck EQ...