| What’s happening?
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| I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring
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| Rap and sing, unlike the homogeneous clones
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| I’m into earth tones, birth stones, and erogenous zones
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| The more ticklish the more you have
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| Sitting on the curb over what used to be the 'burbs
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| And before that was Canarsie
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| I’m a disturbed and bitter herb;
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| Like saltwater and parsley
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| Mites crawl up, tights fall down
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| That’s my mnemonic for a stalactite slash stalagmite
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| You may have this Maglite (r)
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| It survived the apocalypse
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| And for the fragile force of an agile horse
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| Here’s a handful of very special chocolate chips |