live on, oh wonderful post.

Had a post named Ming Wang Moo!
Peed in a cup, it came out blue!
I had sock, came with a shoe!
Puff the dragon in honaloo!

A Coup d’Etat is still a coo!
I killed Christ, I am a jew!
I’m American, aren’t you too?
I therefore don’t know any Kung Fu!

I beat my wife named Peggy Sue!
Then drink beer with my dipshit crew!
Such a life, if only you knew!
I’m redneck dick, I’m good for you!

If I’m a horse, I’m made of glue!
I killed the farmer I overthrew!
Now I own farm in Baton Roo!
And chicken ranch in Kalamazoo!

I’ve got a fireplace with a flu!
It’s long and black and Santa through!
It was in a house that I outgrew!
Now I visit dot com yahoo!

When this ends? I have no clue!
I’ve started something I can’t undo!
No ctrl-z function no alt-F2!
Wireless mouse that does bluetooo!

I set on fire my only nephew!
He turned into a black statue!
I have no chance to perform rescue!
He punched my balls, I swear I’ll sue!

I’m a virtual dubbin transmaster bobbin machine
I’ve got 24 hundred rhythms out of my jeans
I look twice at any tune not named after Queen
I got ham salad, rye potatoes and blue collar greens

I get kinda stupid for no reason other than these
I’m transdubbin supercoolin board of trustees
I’ve got a chronic obstructive pulmonary disease
I saw your pease pleas please plese preas preis reas rees reis riese saez sea’s

this is from nothing, with a rhyme dictionary

TL: lay down some su –
TL: r00t!

*ok*

I got my spam flying high, I got my mouse in my hand
I got 24×7 Internet on demand
I got rhymes flying low latency over my WAN
Your shit so wack I had to fdisk your band

I got Pentium 4 cranking I/O in my cock
I rock a Pentium 8, the first one on my block
I switched to Linux in seconds, trying to booster my stock
I tried to writecha but your .lame file had a C file lock()!

My SMTP is the king of throughput
Your FTP daemon just DOS’d kaput
I’m laughing my OS off all the way to the bank
I posted on Usenet all about your tech stank

I replaced you with Perl, I coded you in Java
Your nerdy laugh, your slouch, your snot looking like guava
I rule the caffeine, they call mr. venti fava
I’m taking my rhymes to the goal like Tomas Votava

I’m UID zero, they call me King S-U root
I’m detecting your wack packets, I’m giving them the boot
Your momma just called just wants my skin flute
But I’m too fly on on my OC3 telecommute

I had a laptop of yarn that could beat you in chess
I suppose your running Win 3.1, let me guess
I saw your partition table, I laughed what a mess
Your SAN fibre hardware can’t handle my stress

Layin down the S – U
S – U
Boost!

Layin down the S – U
S – U
Boost!

TL: WOW
TL: that ruled