Rhyme That Quit

[Kool Keith] The bars is open, everybody order your Amstel Put the hot dog on the grill, though that fell Don't tell Gunt about the new dance called the Elephant Front With Kelly the smut, the bellies we hunt The Pac Bell phone, the cellies we want She stood up, don't tell me this cunt Football's back, a kick and a punt On planes I kick and I jump Kool-Aid, pump the cherry fully loaded like Herby hit bumps They howl on that Burberry, surroundin that turkey Too cold to go slow down the street eatin coleslaw In a Barney suit, I see him gettin harassed and stopped by the po-po That's the guy... ask him but he don't know His lyrics can't get up to a certain height They come back down the hill, I tell him, I won't go Yeah, his lyrics gave up on him They went up the hill, came back down It was too steep to try to make it Can you imagine a rhyme, walkin back down the hill Tellin, the poet, I won't go {*scratching and instrumental to end*}