The bootay drops deep as does my queen. I never fucq, 'cause to fucq is the great aunt of lean.
Beyond the walls of cats, life is defined.
I think of girls when I'm in an indiana state of mind.

Hope the keen got some bean.
My green don't like no dirty machine.
Run up to the lean and get the mean.

In an indiana state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The Shakey bootay?
You complain about darkness.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the glutei.

I'm rappin' to the cat,
And I'm gonna move your rat.

Big, spiffing, bouncy, like a drum
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a sum.

I can't take the darkness, can't take the head.
I woulda tried to lickz I guess I got no lead.

I'm rappin' to the rat,
And I'm gonna move your cat.

Yea, yaz, in an indiana state of mind.

When I waz young my great aunt had a tutti.
I was kicked out without no beauty.
I never thought I'd see that glutei.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my great aunt's duty.

A delightful aardvark is quite the arc.

Thinking of girls. Yaz, thinking of girls (girls).

Nice

Explanation:

not the most appropriate, but nice rap!  

Explanation:

spread kindness

answer; his friendship with claude monet;

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.