IÂ’m a rhymer, not a rapper
ItÂ’s so sad but itÂ’s the truth
Bob Dylan, heÂ’s the poet
Who was hot back in my youth
But times they are a-changing,
And Bob didnÂ’t give a damn
With some repertoire arranging
He did an ad with Will.i.am
Okay – here’s the story. Frizzle has a second cousin (twice removed) who recently retired. So Frizzle told Frazzle (that’s the cousin) about this new retirement community in Wisconsin where the all chicks were perky. Frazzle was intrigued, and headed west to McCoy’s farm. Just as he was knock, knock, knockin’ on the old barn door, he heard what sounded like General Larry Platt. Oh no, how embarrassing! The General was teaching all those perky chicks how to rap to his American Idol hit, Pants on the Ground.
If you'd like to see a video of the General, .
If you're totally confused, read this and it will be as clear as strongly steeped tea.
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