Hiphop-potamus vs Rhymenocerous

Bret:

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, ''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

Jemaine:

They call me the Hiphopopotamus

My lyrics are bottomless

Jemaine:

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.

Both:

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.

Jemaine:

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.

Bret:

Other rappers diss me

Say my rhymes are sissy

Both:

Why? Why? Why?

What?

Why exactly?

What? Why?

Jemaine:

Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?

Why?

Bret:

Why, because I rap about reality?

Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?

There ain't no party like my nana'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'