You talk Grandmaster Flash
He DJ'd at a bash
I danced so much, got a rash
even smoked a little hash
Just one quick caveat
(retrospective Basquiat)
at the Museum of Fine Arts
Flash scratched stops and starts
a great night to be sure
gorgeous women galore
floatingslow's kicked out the door
for being king hip hop bore
weak stale rhymes decrepit
had to fart but he kept it
filling up his colon
like an inner tube swollen
he calls these farts "Rhymin'"
but they're just rap designin'
he's a false hip hop god
perpetratin' a fraud
so see the people cheer
when instigator is near
they know never to fear
for my rhyme scheme's so clear
