BANANAS! the crappy parody

Leave Weird Al out of this Jibs.

maybe, what will I get if i do?

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Originally Posted by jibjqrkl

maybe, what will I get if i do?

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He'll write you Stairmaster to Lemons.

Hucksters and hooligans come and go
Except for the 2 that came to this show
Plying their wares and messing with minds
Pulling the shades and closing the blinds
Oz it seems had a similiar gig
Deceiving the faithful
They thought he was big
Colorful lights and ominous sounds
The veil pulled away
The facade crashed to the ground

Don't try to run
Don't try to report
We're all having fun
There's nothing but sport
Sure get your mods
Your bored Harmonixer
You treat them like Gods
But I'm the real fixture
So I ban you back to you shanty tent
I'll try to remember you, but I cannot
Because you're both as irrelevant
As an American astronaut.

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Originally Posted by Dadasaurus Rex

Hucksters and hooligans come and go
Except for the 2 that came to this show
Plying their wares and messing with minds
Pulling the shades and closing the blinds
Oz it seems had a similiar gig
Deceiving the faithful
They thought he was big
Colorful lights and ominous sounds
The veil pulled away
The facade crashed to the ground

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Rex was a scammer,
Twas banished from Cali.
He works now in Texas,
From a box in an alley.

One things for certain,
He isn't a rapper.
I've seen better rhymes,
On the wall of a crapper.

So please stick to fleecing,
The old and the simple.
If talent were mountains,
You might be a pimple.


(Actually this one was pretty good so I need to find a word that rhymes with plagiarize)

My name is Witticus
You'll be grateful if you never mess with this
This ain't meant to be a diss.
To Daxx I say he can kiss
His relevance as it vanishes in a wisp.

I truly like Witt,
But his name's a misnomer.
If true wit's The A-Team,
Then Witt's wit's a Gomer.

A rapper I'm not
This much is true
But Rap is dead
It's cold and blue

More suited to classics
Refined if you will
Scherezade
The strings just kill

So take your Biggie Smalls
and your East Coast crew
Take your rapping dogs
and your doctors too

There's a place for you
That'll do just nice
I call it hell
You call it Gangster's Paradise