Week 26 My First Date With Casey Anthony

Something, something, something; Mohandas Gandhi/ I'm so hip-hop, I got singles from Blondie/ Don't even wanna write, hell nothing inspires me/ Swag so hard, my deodorant's tiring/ To the listeners, here's you a stand from me/ I would fist pump Casey Anthony/ Lovelorn Records, I'ma build me a canopy/ On a bridge, and I'll throw shit off just for calamity/ I know what you're thinking: My real flow slacking/ But who really gives a fuck son? Milquetoast Mackin/ If you're poor and vote Republican, you are a tool/ Citibank, Merrill-Lynch, you conspicuous fool/ You speak with the zeal of indigenous rule/ Here's my nuts, kick, belligerent mule/ Caleb, am I making a smidgen of sense?/ Fuck it, my brain's limp like an impotent dick/ Watch it burn on your lips like a syphilis clit/ It, I mean my spit, it's some intricate shit/ After Week 52, I'm playing the back/ But till then, it's gonna hurt, like a labia graft/ Punchline, set-up, I prevail often/ And have your broad talk to G-d, Michelle Bachman/ Take the first "R" out of Crocker, whaddya got?/ The verb and the noun, ask your girl how I rock/