Endless Open Mic --- John and Lou
 

Please man, on graduation don't punch me,
and when I learn to drive, don't crutch me.
But you can hump me, feed me your diploma,
and we'll do like they do in North Dakota.
You know Rolinda, that hoe from New Orleans?
She got what she gets when she's John whorin'!
Bonecollector, if you come in here and are scoring,
don't drop links, or I'll drop you like ham storing!

I'm getting hungry, give me your meat,
and not the one that you picked up in the street.
Our rhymes became pointless, I could use some food,
and I really hate Emos, they mess up my mood.
Lou, where do I go to post poetry and such?
And you got more than six lines, that's a bit much.

Ask me for links, ask me for sinks,
close both eyes, I know it's a double wink.
Don't blink, it's nothing but attraction,
you can call it science, but I call it magic.
We'll do it like Newton's First Law of Motion,
causing pain and causing some commotion.
Or maybe The Law of Universal Gravitiation,
meaning I'm attracted to you, while on medication!

I'm tired of all the lies you fabricated,
I'm tired of dismissing your statements.
I'm tired of your hating, and your mating,
why don't you tap me like Matt Damon?
I'm a shaman, and I have Yoh's Oversoul!
I've got mythological crayons, lets color trolls!

This just got old, you just got bold, If you got any better you'd be ice fuckin' cold.
And I may be new, but I broke the mold, advertising my skills, records I've sold.
'Course, i've sold no albums, I'm as platinum as a cow, but all of this rappin's putting sweat on my brow.
No time to think, less time to blink, but I just dropped my toothpaste in your kitchen sink.

I wear overalls and piss out tesla,
don't clean my room, or I'll mess ya.
I've got dirty laundry, I've got clean clothes,
I'm a pimp and I've got mean hoes!
Don't come in here, you average Joes,
don't diss us 'cause we got dope flow.

Hey, don't come and mope yo,
take off the e and get hope yo,
someday you'll be as good as us,
rapping at the back of the bus.
But these skills came from the School of Rap,
and maybe we're white, but we're albino blacks.

Get soul-clapped, G-style,
make your rhymes worthwile.
Don't bite my fruit loops, dawg,
like tiles on the roof and black hogs.
You know the term, big on the pig?
I've got more fluff then the dog on my sig.

I'VE GOT MORE CHEESE THEN THE FIRST WHEEL,
I'VE GOT MORE BEER THEN JESUS' LAST MEAL.
I faked my own death, but choked on my breath,
maybe it was me devouring some crystal meth.
My ghost has powers, on cartoonetwork.com,
shaking my ass and shakin' some pom-poms!

!!!!

I'm white as monkey, but only half as chunky, when I really get going you will say "That's funky!"
The skill is rising, the bill's enterprising, and if I don't get some pie, I might end up dying.

I'm going to go eat.

Maybe I'd get Eve to draw me a map,
maybe I'll have Mr. Puppens give me a rap.
BUT I'VE GOT TILES ON THE ROOF,
TILES ON THE ROOF, TILES ON THE ROOF,
TILES ON THE ROOF!