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| I can't wait for the big "Rap Contest" tonight! Prize for best "rapping" is a super-cool American-made boombox. These colors don't run- OR BLEED! | |
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| I have this shin-dig all sewn up. I think I am, personally speaking, the poop. | |
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| I'm going now to write my rap song. Maybe I'll make it about America's heroes... | |
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| You shouldn't even bother. I got more flava than a packet of macaroni. | |
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| My song will start out with the couplet "Into shadow's night I crawl, Looking for a sponge in a bathroom stall". | |
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| I immediately withdraw my contention in this debacle. | |
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