Aaron Ackerson The Artichoke Song
They call me Spacecat, 'cause I'm rockin' your face, cat
and you'll never detect a trace of my m4d l33t skIlLz
or the Buffalo Bills playing drum fills automatically
And if you challenge me, I'll fly into a Blind Canadian Rage
and destroy ya like my name was Latoya Jackson of the militant faction
When I get on the Mic, there's a chain reaction
Chorus:
This ain't no joke
We're comin' baroque
like an artichoke
filled with Cherry Coke
Hey bloke, you got a lot of nerve, servin' me hors d'oeuvres
e-mailing me from Compuserv
The cycloid is a special curve and I like to eat strawberry preserves
I'm like Sex on Wheels when I close the deal
I got more rhymes than the Navy's got Seals
All the girls squeal when they hear me rockin' with three independent lines interlockin'
[Chorus]
Bridge:
When I say "frozen," you say "dinner"
Frozen (dinner), frozen (dinner)
When I say "Walter," you say "Skinner"
Walter (Skinner), Walter (Skinner)
When I say "out-," you say "rigger"
Out-(rigger), out-(rigger)
When I say "Chrono," you say "Trigger"
Chrono (Trigger), Chrono (Trigger)
[Chorus]
(We Like to Rock)
(Like J.S. Bach)
(Straight Outta Iraq)
(Like Mr. Spock)
