Lyrics Flight of the Conchords

Flight of the Conchords

Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros

I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous

My beats are fat and the birds are on my back

And I'm horny (I'm horny)

If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede

'Cause I hit you with my flow

The Wild Rhino Stampede

I'm not just wild, I'm trained, domesticated

I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated

And subsequently procreated

That's how it goes

Here's the Hip-Hopapotamus

The hip hop hippo

They call me the Hip-Hopapotamus

My lyrics are bottomless

Sometimes my rhymes are polite

Like "Thank you for dinner, Ms. Wright

That was very delicious, good night"

Sometimes they're obscene

Like a pornographic dream

NC-17 with ladies in a

Stream of margarine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, yeah

Some margarine

They call me the Hip-Hopapotamus

Flows that glow like phosphorous

Poppin' off the top of this esophagus

Rockin' this metropolis

I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal

Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?

Did Steve tell you that, perchance?

Mmmph, Steve

My rhymes and records they don't get played

Because my records and rhymes they don't get made

And if you rap like me you don't get paid

And if you roll like me you don't get laid

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment

I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant

Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist

But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I'm trying to correct this

Other rappers dis me

Say my rhymes are sissy

Why? Why? Why?

What?

Why exactly?

What? Why?

Be more constructive with your feedback, please, why?

Why?

Why, because I rap about reality?

Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?

There ain't no party like my nana's tea party

Hey! Ho!

I'm the motherflippin'

I'm the motherflippin'

I'm the motherflippin'

Who's the motherflippin'?

I'm the motherflippin'

I'm the motherflippin'

I'm the motherflippin'

Motherflippin'