Dre ain't got nothin on these bitches Rhymenoceros: They call me the Rhymenoceros Not because I'm fat Not because I've got birds on my back But because I'm horny, I'm horny When I'm on the mic I'm like global warming You can't ignore me In the bedroom I'm the gentleman All the ladies come before me Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenacologist Now I'm passing over the mic to the Hiphopopotamus Hiphopopotamus: Yeah, they call me the Hiphopopotamus My lyrics are bottomless... Rhymenoceros: Sometimes my rhymes are polite, like "Thank you Mrs. Johnson for dinner, that was delicious, good night." And other times, they're obscene Like a pornographic R-18 dream About bitches smothered in margarine Hahahaha (gun sound affects) Hiphopopotamus: They call me the Hiphopopotamus I've got flows that glow like phosphorous Poppin off the top of this esophagus I'm not a water dwelling mammal from Africa That's moved to the metropolis and been taught how to break dance. Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that? What's he got to do with it? What kind of rapping name is Steve? Together: Other rappers diss me Say my rhymes are sissy What, what, what, why, why, why? Hiphopopotamus: Be more constructive with your feedback Rhymenoceros: What? 'Cause I rap about reality Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea? Together: There ain't no party like my nana's tea party Hey-ho Hiphopopotamus: <Freestyles> My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the first two rows pregnant Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this... Rhymenoceros: When I go "ooh" all the ladies go "ahh" Ooh (ahh) Ooh (ahh) When I go "ooh" all the fellas go "ar ar" Ooh (ar ar) Ooh (ar ar) Now keep it real sexy fellas Ooh (ar ar) Ooh (ar ar) That's my dogs When I go "ooh" all the ladies go "Ooh, Flight of the Conchords, you're so big." Ooh.