Uh oh, it’s beer o’clock, I think I’m sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?
Viktor Vaughn, “Raedawn,” Vaudeville Villain, 2003

Uh oh, it’s beer o’clock, I think I’m sober.
How about we think this over, over a can of King Cobra?
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?