"I can't free style, and my lyrics are not tight. In fact I think this rap has taken me two days to write. Will someone tell me why I have the urge to do this? I know it looks stupid but I really can't resist. Okay, I think I'll stop. I don't want to sprain my wrist. Oh, you want me to keep going? Okay, if you insist. I think it's quite obvious that I"m not having fun. I've got a headache and I want to see my mum! Turn off the music I want a cup of tea, I want to sit on the sofa and watch the BBC! Why the hell did I choose to do a rap? I think I would prefer it if someone gave me a slap! Would you mind if I took a little break? I'll only be a second, I just want a piece of cake. Hi! I'm back! And I'm already bored because this rapping is a challenge to which there's no reward. I think I'm gonna go and go play on my wii. Zelda is the best, I think you'll all agree. This rap was kinda rubbish and I didn't really try. I'll see you all tomorrow. Goodbye."
v Don't tempt me, please. I'm sitting in a room full of lawyers.
I'll have to bust a rhyme some other time. < See, I almost went over the edge there- don't push me or I might fall back down into the depths of rap depravity.
I actually am going offline. I know it's hard to believe, but no joke. Bye!
V Yo, ho I know I said ma beats would end, but I just had to send props to ma feathered friend. I dig this fly like I'm soarin' high, and bird is da word right up in da sky. There ain't no dissin' this pigeon and I.
Okay, okay, I'm done now. Pinky promise. I've got to do some work today anyway, so I'm out.
Yo, dawg, like yo rap is coo'- you could take some foo's to schoo'! 'Cause dem beats are phat like ma pimpin' hat and you know I could get down wit dat. You got word from da Bird that rap is absurd.