Here is the 8 spot:
Is it me, or is MLK fading from memory
Like the dyes in the Che tee you last wore in '75?
Speaking of which, I have an idea I probably should patent
(Imagine the look on Einstein's face
At his desk job before the relativity big-bang-boom):
What if those Che tees-- and the MLK ones too-- were made of cotton candy
You had to eat off your girlfriend's body?
The funky chicken 4:
And here she come now in a White tittie tee embrazened with
Hey! Got MiLK?
You could see Einstein laffin his ass off.
The womanizing, uncombed perplexity he was.
This is a couplet:
These are the days that seethe,
I can't breathe!
