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Just go over US1 of our folk. Like it's more a gangster, folks. Sort of. I suppose if you have to put it into a genre of folk it's a rap battle between me, who I'm sometimes known as the hip hop Potamus, and Brit, who is quite often called the rhinoceros. Yeah, OK. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right. Yeah. Yes, yes. Yep. Yep. That sounds fine. I'll give you a call on Tuesday. Alright. Bye. They got me the ram. Not the risk. Not because I'm fat. Not because I got fired on my back. Because I'm *****. I'm ***** when I'm on the mic. And global warming. You can't ignore me in the bedroom. I'm a gentleman. Ladies, come before me. Check your Yellow Pages. I'm a registered run. The color just now, passing over the mic to the hippopotamus. They call me the hippopotamus. My lyrics are bottomless. Set up, yeah. Sometimes my rooms are seen describing a smutty pornographic scene. That's all, 18. That's a filthy after you're guilty, I have to risk my mother with Listerine. Like when I rap about those ******* mother and marg...