Let me introduce myself, I’m Paul B. P to the A to the U to the L to the B. You say Paul, I say B. You say Paul, I say…
I used to teach English, try to inspire. Least you can say is, I was a trier. Love this rapping: it gets my feet tapping, Even though I ought to be napping.
I write poems like a word ejector, Keep away you Grammar Inspector! Jay-Z writes in iambic pentameters, Making out he’s got no parameters.
Honey G just copies off him, Oh my God she really is dim. Does her rap like Barbara Windsor, Do you remember Needles and Pins-ah?
Me I’m copying off them both, Though it’s only for a laugh. Whoops a daisy that don’t quite rhyme, Another case of Butters Rhyme Crime.
Rap is ******* I often say, Though it rhymes the poetic way. That leaves me with one thing to say: You say Paul, I say…