WattFreeCams-Pimp-Song

Rap your legs round this thing,
and we'll give you bling;
but there's a sting
cos we take
our slice of the cake
while you shake your thing,
we'll rake it in.
Consider it rent for the tent.

If your words have wings
angel, well we spent
to cram all your loud in our cloud,
so when we find a hoe can sing,
we'll do him proud,
and from the crowd
we'll suck it up as you do.
It's no voodoo;
we do as the glue do.




Here is Raleigh, Raleigh-ing Round;
here's Kitty - not kicked off at-all;
and here is Blunt, your nightmares to corral;
all three of, us your follies to confound!

Oh we are just a slice of melon's Meta-Mind:
The goddess* on the stairs will leave you rind!
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*Liz, the first, of England, when privateers sailed wide.