Jam on It, Mr. President - that yellow bastard

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January 20th, 2009


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2009.0120.1138::Jam on It, Mr. President
Superman had come to town to see who he could rock.
He blew away every crew he faced until he reached the block.
His speakers were three stories high with woofers made of steel.
And when brought our set outside, he said "I boom for real."

He said, "I'm faster than a speedin' bullet when I'm on the set.
I don't need no fans to cool my ass, I just use my super breath.
I could fly three times around the world without missin' a beat.
I socialize with X-ray eyes, and ladies think it's sweet."

And then he turned his power on and the ground began to move.
And all the buildings for miles around were swayin' to the groove.
And just when he had fooled the crowd and swore he won the fight.
We rocked his butt with a 12 inch cut called "Disco Kryptonite."

Well, Superman looked up at me, he said, "You rock so naturally"
I said, "Now that you've learned to deal, let me tell you why I'm so for real
I'm Prez O.B. from outer space, I came to rock the human race.
I do it right 'cause I can't do it wrong,
That's why the whole world is singin' this song..."
(Apologies to Newcleus)

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dixiebelle::2009.01.20.06:11 pm
[User Picture]Awesome! I love it!
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