1.05.2007
Theodore Koppel
Yo it must be New Years! Pop tha Champagne!
Cuz just like Dick Clark, JR’s back at it a’gain!
His suit is like new but his rhymes are tha same
As lame and as plain as they were last campaign!
It’s like riding a train, from Bangkok to Spain
An’ once you arrive, Pedro serves up chow mein!
But you needn’t remain under John's mundane reign
Cuz I’m makin’ like Cain an’ droppin’ him like Hussein!
Karate chop all the sloppy wop crop that I drop!?
Yo Romeo, mop up that slop after I close up this shop!
Cuz yo best is just a stop on my way to tha top
An’ yo crown just a prop to cover your freaky-ass mop!
An yo rhymes don’t hypnotize, mesmerize or surprise me
They jus’ decry, imply, an’ summarize tha demise of thee!
Cuz as much as you, try, revise, improvise, disguise or plea
Tha prize is for guys on the rise an that guyz is me!
So Romeo, might I suggest you take a much needed rest?
An bequest tha Trip C crown, before I divest
An yo JR, please don't put this request to the test
Lest I do more than molest in this lyrical contest!
Oh Damn! TK's gots more skillz than the bank has got bills
An' his rhymes made more kills than the hills have got stills
So Johnny, take some pills or start writin' yo wills
Cuz you lookin' a bit illz, and like the Artic I chillz
An' so now, let me ask my holmes in tha dome
If ya down wit my poems, let me hear a Shalom!
Cuz while JR built a house, TK made it home
An' tha rise of the Gnome starts wit tha fall of J Rome!
Damn.
Cuz just like Dick Clark, JR’s back at it a’gain!
His suit is like new but his rhymes are tha same
As lame and as plain as they were last campaign!
It’s like riding a train, from Bangkok to Spain
An’ once you arrive, Pedro serves up chow mein!
But you needn’t remain under John's mundane reign
Cuz I’m makin’ like Cain an’ droppin’ him like Hussein!
Karate chop all the sloppy wop crop that I drop!?
Yo Romeo, mop up that slop after I close up this shop!
Cuz yo best is just a stop on my way to tha top
An’ yo crown just a prop to cover your freaky-ass mop!
An yo rhymes don’t hypnotize, mesmerize or surprise me
They jus’ decry, imply, an’ summarize tha demise of thee!
Cuz as much as you, try, revise, improvise, disguise or plea
Tha prize is for guys on the rise an that guyz is me!
So Romeo, might I suggest you take a much needed rest?
An bequest tha Trip C crown, before I divest
An yo JR, please don't put this request to the test
Lest I do more than molest in this lyrical contest!
Oh Damn! TK's gots more skillz than the bank has got bills
An' his rhymes made more kills than the hills have got stills
So Johnny, take some pills or start writin' yo wills
Cuz you lookin' a bit illz, and like the Artic I chillz
An' so now, let me ask my holmes in tha dome
If ya down wit my poems, let me hear a Shalom!
Cuz while JR built a house, TK made it home
An' tha rise of the Gnome starts wit tha fall of J Rome!
Damn.
