> Do you think my rap song is hit material?
>
> THE BRAIN-LOOSE RAP by Kid B.Z.
>
> Now listen everybody, I'll tell you the tale,
> About a funky girl name of Abigail.
> I felt kinda blue about the ladies, you see,
> I couldn't find a girl quite as bizarre as me.
>
> uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah, uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah
>
> Loosen your brain
> It ain't a strain
> It's lotsa fun
> Once it is done
> Your thoughts held tight
> Well, just ain't right
> You drop control
> And let 'em roll
> 'Round 'n 'round
> Up 'n down
> Shark cheese
>
> uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah, uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah
>
> She looked real fine, on that ain't no doubt,
> But still one thing I wondered about.
> I had to know, can she supply my need,
> To twist my sense of reality?
>
> uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah, uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah
>
> Loosen your brain
> It ain't a strain
> It's lotsa fun
> Once it is done
> Your thoughts held tight
> Well, just ain't right
> You drop control
> And let 'em roll
> 'Round 'n 'round
> Up 'n down
> Striptease
>
> uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah, uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah
>
> She gave me a wink, whispered, "Come over here,
> I have a request you might think rather queer,
> Please clean my navel." Well, that proved to me,
> Her brain was as loose as her morality. Yeah!
>
> uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah, uh, ah, uh, ah ah-ah
>
> Ah, Mama, she's the girl for me.
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