Avenue of Hubierock done by Gene.
 
Phatt (click here to return)
 
 
 
 
 
HUBIEROCK:
Ya know what?
I'll go out to get some donuts.
I need a whole cup
of light and sweet before I go nuts.
Wait a minute, hold up.
I got the Daily News now so what?
 
I'm off to school in a flash.
I want to pass this class
so I can start making this cash.
 
While chewing a Starburst,
I see the astro-turf.
Now let me say this first.
That thing hurts
if you don't have long sleeved shirts.
 
I kicked this verse
and didn't even curse.
I'm the worst
if you want to calm your nerves.
 
If I say it once, there I said it.
I'm ready to go after my breakfast.
I have things to do on my check list.
I'll put you on to my guest list.
Now let me get on the mix
so I can wreck this.
 
At the ball park,
I swing the wooden wands.
It's going, it's going, it's gone.
Give it up for San Fran's Barry Bonds.
With nachos and soda, who's the don?
 
I got mo' kicks and tricks,
than that chick, Michelle Kwan.
 She awakes to ice-skate
on the frozen ponds.
I'm the con 
who finds that to be fond.
 
My rhymes are opened like the cafeteria.
I'm in so many places,
I get around like some funky bacteria.
I'm always with you like the dirt in your car's interior.
The skills are all good,
Hubierock's not inferior.
 
Hey,
I got respects like your tattoo,
but excuse me, aah-choo!
All of ya'll,
sending e-mails on Hotmail or Yahoo.
 
If you got a big mouth?
Someone should tap you,
then ask you,
"Before I slap you,
did you read Aah-wuuu?"
 
Hubierock is not koo-koo,
for possessing you with voodoo.
The ref' smacked you with a boo-boo,
for talking that doo-doo.
 
I'm thinking about getting this lunch.
It's too early now,
so how's about brunch?
I want a slice,
Nestle Crunch with a Hawaiian Punch.
 
I feel like a Buddhist monk.
Hubierock's burning all ya'll clueless punks.
Do you know me?
I taste like Bubble Tape, ladies want to blow me.
Condoms weigh as much as light files.
I got so many Lifestyles
to get freaky on my new white tiles.
 
From Chevrolets to Portland trades,
I'd drive a Trail Blazer,
to see 'em play Reggie Miller and the Indiana Pacers.
I want a Chevy Avalanche, that truck can go far.
It can go a long way like Avs' goalie, Patrick Roy.
He loves to stop Mike Modano from the Dallas Stars.
 
Man, today I feel wimpy.
Vegetarians stopped eating meat,
but I want Blimpies.
The perfect match is Mickey and Minnie.
I like Walt Disney
but I throw three's like Mavs, Michael Finley.
 
I like the Lakers and I also like the Knicks.
I stick to the clicks who have number one draft picks.
Like Jorge Posada's leather, catcher's mitt,
I'm dropping you like a 1-2, Roger Clemens' pitch.
 
I got a bald eagle,
while driving tall people
in a small Buick Regal, on vacation.
My rhymes are bull legged.
I have many invitations,
to twist my legs out, off formation.
I live in a pigsty,
with the big guys, in search of reformation.
While you read this dictation,
in anticipation to my explanations,
just be patient in your locations.