Cheese is yellow.
It makes me really mellow.

Add some nuts in a ball.
Put on some crackers, y'all.

Slap it onto a patty.
If you don't you'll make me batty.

Put it in some chilli.
Give it all to Willy.

Make it saucy, add some zing.
Cheese can do anything.

Shoot it from a cannon.
I know it kinda sounds like non-

sense, but if it's tough
it'll hit you really rough.

And so ends this rap.
Hey, stay off that mouse trap. Snap!

If a melody could visually,
be a person, place or thing to me,
then I'd peruse and choose,
Hikari Reika, raven-hair muse.

With or without you, you say,
without your voice, I may
Be bored, bemused no more,
for its your voice I adore.

Your words touch my soul,
My soul's in need of touch.
Your lyrics are my coal,
your voice is as such

I may never want you to stop,
sending my heart to the top,
of the world, my dear girl,
I thank you, Pearl.

I'm vexed, which to say means I'm mad at you
You come up with me with a bad ass attitude
But yet you still effing claim to be a general
Well, I've a flow that belittles you like minerals

Your current chick isn't gonna make it home
I plan to do things y'all don't do on the phone
I will butter her bread, sweeten her tea
Fry her bacon, blacken her peas

Toast her waffle, grill her burger
Her hot dog bun will receive a frankfurter
I would go further, but you get my message
Food metaphors equal sexual methods

Stop cryin' lil punk; Bon is a demon man
Horns not shown, and there's no need repeating man
Hot 16; think you got a better one?
Lay it down, sucker; make this a lot of fun.