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Got that right.
You're as old as the hills.
I'll go back to counting my dollar bills

Bling bling and a little cha-ching is the song you sing but I thought to bring some shit to fling and then forgot the thing.

Aint no thing I cant wear as a ring even with my arm in a sling from flinging too much string

Supplying the never drying pool of rhyming with shit that goes 'ing' is stabbing me and borderline maddening.

Like Slimer when sliming, I just cant stop rhymin but sometimes my timing can be a little whack

Rhyming politics is full of pricks and really ticks me off so I throw bricks? Or something? I'll be a Rick's.

Jennifer's bleedin
Barron's secedin'
Sweat on my brow beadin
Maybe Rick knows