Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.
In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.
Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.
Now was that about race? To take the cake, her birthday suit is her fate.
Now it's the Jolly Green, the money makin machine, and this prime rib is what they fiend.
Is this Prime Time? Deion in his prime, this is the 4th quarter, ur running out of time.
To play by the rules, to switch the snitch, this Hailmary is ur last risk.
Now the bench is warm, ur fans hearts are torn, now it's time to switch up ur form.
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