I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous My beats are fly and the birds are on my back And I'm horny I'm horny If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede Cos I hit you with my flow The Wild Rhino Stampede. I'm not just wild, I'm trained, Domesticated I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated And subsequently procreated That's how it goes Here's the Hiphopopotamus The hip hop hippo They call me the Hiphopopotamus My lyrics are bottomless They call me the Hiphopopotamus Flows that glow like phosphorous Poppin' off the top of this esophagus Rockin' this metropolis I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis? Did Steve tell you that, perchance? Steve. My rhymes and records they don't get played Because my records and rhymes they don't get made And if you rap like me you don't get paid And if you roll like me you don't get laid. My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this. Other rappers dis me Say my rhymes are sissy. Why? Why? Why? What? Why exactly? What? Why? Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why? Why? Why, because I rap about reality? Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea? There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party. Hey! Ho! I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Who's the motherflippin? I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' I'm the motherflippin' Motherflippin'