Best* rhymes in music

Girls, girls, get that cash
If it’s 9 to 5 or shaking your ass
Ain’t no shame, ladies do your thing
Just make sure you ahead of the game

:angel:

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Boom
Shake shake shake tha room

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Yes! And it hasn’t aged well, but still impressed with how he thought to rhyme Faye Dunaway with Gay Runaway, and Rob Reiner and Knob Shiner.

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There’s a Papa M track from a while ago that had the lyrics something like:

‘There was something like a wall between us // that stopped your going down on ma penis’

Here it is

The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin’
That’s what I said
The looser the waistband, the deeper the quicksand
Or, so I’ve read.
My baby fits me like a flesh tuxedo
I love to sink her with my pink torpedo.

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I saw fire, when I looked in my lovers eyes,
Woaho, I saw, the devil dressed up in disguise,
Woaho, and you know it gets hotter than a microwave oven,
When you and I commence the lovin’

Busta Rhymes

Do not stand still, both show skills
Close but no krills, toast for po’ nils, post no bills
Coast to coast Joe Shmoe’s flows ill, go chill
Not supposed to overdose No-Doz pills

Her stories are boring and stuff
She’s always calling my bluff

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Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention

Just like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You like Mario Andretti cause he always drives his car well

Blast Doors by Everything Everything is full of them, delivered with such an intensity that it’s weirdly humorous

You can tell the past, boy, I can tell the future
Give me a lobotomy and I can be your tutor
Open up the blast doors, then we can be neutered
I can smell your fingerprints all over my computer

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I must confess
I’ve been sleeping with your ex
'Cause I heard he was the best
I must confess

I never would have guessed he would get so obsessed
I’m not surprised
(I’m not surprised)
I’m popular with all the guys
Oh, how they try
I have to walk around town in a disguise

LeAnn

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf was apricot

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They will call it madness, they will call it folly
But we connected like a Yeboah volley

They asked me if I could be anyone,
Fact or fiction, dead or alive,
I said I’d be Tony Cascarino
Circa 1995

I proofread the book of Job for the Lord
Edit: one League Cup, 2004

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Best one

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You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes, there are
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes, you do

But where do you go to, my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes, it does
When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back, and on your legs
And when the snow falls you’re found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no, you don’t

But where do you go to, my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed?
Won’t you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha-ha-ha
They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to, my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes, I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, they tried
So look into my face, Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes, you do

I know where you go to, my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head

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My brother knows Karl Marx
He met him eating mushrooms in the public park
He said: “What do you think of my manifesto?”
“I like your manifesto, put it to the testo”
Took me down to meet the anarchist party
Met a groovy guy, he was arty farty
Said: "I know a little Latin, a kissen an a kai
Said: “I dunno what it means”, I said: “Neither do I”
Eat natural food baked twice daily
Fill your nostrils up with gravy
Don’t drink tea and don’t drink coffee
Cover your chin in Yorkshire toffee

Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute:
“Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper?”

Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute:
“Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper?
Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Oh no!”
Dancing in the disco, go go go
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no, oh no
Dancing in the disco, go go go
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no
It’s all right to say things can only get better
If you haven’t just lost your brand new sweater

I know I had it on when I had my tea
And I’m sure I had it on in the lavatory
Dancing in the disco, go go go
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute:
“Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper?
Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper?”
It’s all right to say things can only get better
If you haven’t just lost your brand new sweater
Pure new wool and perfect stitches
Not the type of jumper that makes you itch, oh no
Dancing in the disco, go go go
Dancing in the disco, oh no, oh no
And my mother will be so, so angry
And my brother will be so, so angry
And my girlfriend will be so, so angry
And my dog will be so, so angry
Dancing in the disco, bumper to bumper
Wait a minute:
“Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper?
Where’s me jumper? Where’s me jumper? Oh no!”

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