Rap it out like you mean it now...
It's not the heat It's the humidity that makes me sweat and want to scree m-at any fool who approaches me It clings to my shirt and my underpants Colossal red fire ants (Pause) inciting me to rap and rant in polysyllabic barnyard chants I let cuss words go in falsetto all the way to Kokomo -- Indiana, they do flow then stream on to Mexico How did you know... (Grand Finale) Ratchet up the fire just one notch higher I'll breathe my last in the town of Dyer -- Indiana...
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