Hiphopopotamus Vs. Rhymenoceros

I'm the mother flippin' rhymenocerous

My beats are fat, and the birds are on my back

And I'm horny, I'm horny

If you choose to proceed, you will indeed concede

'Cause I hit you with my flow the wild rhino stampede

I'm not just wild, I'm trained, domesticated

I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated

And subsequently procreated, that's how it goes

Here's the Hiphopopotamus, the hip hop hippo

They call me the hiphopopotamus, my lyrics are bottomless

Sometimes our rhymes are polite

Like, thank you for dinner, Ms. Right

That was very delicious, goodnight

Sometimes they are obscene like a pornographic dream

NC-17 with ladies in a stream of margarine

Hahahahaha, yeah, some margarine

They call me the hiphopopotamus, flows that glow like phosphorous

Poppin' off the top of this esophagus, rockin' this metropolis

I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal

Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?

Did Steve tell you that, per chance?

Steve

My rhymes and records they don't get played

Because my records and rhymes they don't get made

And if you rap like me you don't get paid

And if you roll like me you don't get laid

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment

I made all the ladies in the area pregnant

Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist

But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this

Other rappers diss me

Say my rhymes are sissy

Why, why, why, what, why exactly

What, why

Be more constructive with your feedback, please

Why, why

Why, 'cause I rap about reality like me and my grandma

Drinking a cup of tea

There ain't no party like my nanna's tea party, hi-ho

I'm the mother flippin'

I'm the mother flippin'

I'm the mother flippin'

Who's the mother flippin'?

I'm the mother flippin'

I'm the mother flippin'

I'm the mother flippin'

Mother flippin'