Only in America could you find a way to make a healthy buck,
And still keep your attitude on self-destruct.
MF Doom, “Rhymes Like Dimes,” Operation Doomsday, 1999
Classical slap-stick rappers need Chapstick.
Wrote this lyric from in the bed wit’ a chick
She had the tightest grip around the head of my…
…Bic. Now, can I get my pen back?
Uh oh, it’s beer o’clock, I think I’m sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?