Hacked

I'm being hacked, my body and all that.

Exact like 'a trap, this infection, I'm 'ma rhyme perfection, timing my erection.

Slide this tension. Why this mention?

Like' a puppet on strings.

I'm dosing the nylon, engrossing my song in 'a mighty side Ong with 'a tiny white thong on my hiney.

Despite my timely arriving like 'a Muppet, I need someone to pick me up and put their hand up my butt before I'm 'a lively pocket.

Telling my wifey "I don't like-y but I'm telling Mikey that I do.

Give 'a Yabba dabba doo, as I rappa bada tune to the chatter that's in my room.

Bladder too soon as I spatter poo-poo like 'a do-do platter, zooloo, blacker than juju, cracker.

Hacker the Zen to you, as I patter the pen too, rappa the ten view's.

Blast the tapp'a when I do the zappa. "I am, too."