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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

I'm all outta rhymes.
Actually I'm just being lazy.
This conversation is fucking crazy.
All the minds reading this have gone hazy.