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¿Question #227801?
imyourskribe: Do you think there is some sort of dirty rhythm in my last question about noodles? There seems to be something musical about it.

TomTi89: Yeah, I can see it, sort of.
pricero1: Is noodle what you call your penis?
0Shea0: A Noodletown State of Mind (The Lube Hip Hop) By Imyourskribe. A Rap: "Yeah, yeah Ayo, Chef Boyardee, it's time. It's time, Chef Boyardee (aight, Chef Boyardee, begin). Straight out the moist pot on tha stove. The slurps drops deep down my throat. I never not eat, 'cause to eat is the noodle bloat. Beyond the walls of noods, life is defined. I think of Hot Spaghetti when I'm in a Noodletown state of mind. In a Noodletown state of mind. What more could you ask for? The slippery slurps? You complain about cold noods. I gotta love em though - somebody still speaks for the noodle derps. I'm rappin' to the nood lube, Watch me move on your boob tube. [5 minutes of beats while Geoff squirms around naked in a plastic pool of pasta] Dripp'n, saucy, sensual, like a sauceboy. I tell you, I thought you were a loss. I can take the whole noods, drippn in the 'matos. Watch me undulate sauce through my toes! I'm rappin' to the boob tube, And I'm gonna move your nood lube. Yea, yaz, in a Noodletown state of mind. A rythmic pasta is quite the hosta. Thinking of hot Spaghetti. Yaz, thinking of hot Spaghetti (Hot Spaghetti).