Friday, May 23, 2008

Respect to my Laydee for her shout-out to the Bard
She bustin' out da rhymes that bring the boys to the yard
The vrouwen swoon for Shakes wit' his iambic pentameter
But Brit's got the moves that really turn up the thermometer

Girl don't let no Butt'r in your Lycra from that punk-ass Puck
Cuz all the flyest playaz gonna try they fairy luck
Poor Ice got no more hope than a steroid-free LeMond
He just gonna hafta sit at home and hold his magic wand...

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