C-list celebrity

this shit so fucking fly
de-fy gravity i got a cavity
from them beats so soft n sweet
it's like a chocolate tree
it made a man of me
and you cant hannndle me
makin so much green
on that admission fee
suckas still rappin at Cannobie
busted bitches hatin rides like,"i just wanna sightsee"
while the betties in da back o'ma cadillac
like i'm a heart attack n you cant look back
yo shits so fuckn whack, it's like coke to crack
you think you blow the snow, but dat shits yel--low
we were toe-to-toe in this variety show
then i ripped ya bitch crocs wit ma stil-let-os
it made a man of me
and you cant hannndle me
you're like a manatee
and i'm the caspian sea
biddies in ma hood know im a killa bee
hate on fuckin strawberry
to the highest degree
these hits so na-ha-ha-sty
wrapped under the christmas tree
pimp you just wanna be me

HA-TALHI-YAZZIE the small singer

i used to think YAH-A-DA-HAL-YON-IH.
but then! gone! what a git
wait for it, and so i sit.
Fate throws me JISH-CHA
and this funny little devil
in his toils i spose i'll revel
so i sit a lil longer
and i ponder and i yawn-dur
not for the faint of heart
our movements, works of art
till i hear the word
from that little peppered bird
i scoff and i cough
i yell loudly, bugger off!
on a hunt for Navinchandra
where it's best to safely wander
into things and things knee deep
wondering if it's mine to keep
or for trade, 3 cards for 1
i won't sleep until it's done!
what's that over there?
do i dare?
who do i see?
a reflection; it's just me!
smiling and lookin fine
and my doctor's sippin wine!
but tomorrow
where will i be?
not like Wilde, in a tree?
i'm sure you'll all agree
(and you don't need your degree)
to understand
that you shouldn't land
or even fence
unless you are quite dense!
a Viola tricolor hortensis:
who's achieved a national consensus
for the best molassis kisses
reserved only for his missus
i fear a fellow too mellow
or a daisy of velvety yellow
because the fall will always come
and you're back to the principal sum
plus or minus a bottle of rum