Birthmonth...Hi, here were are
Rapping again underneath the stars
It's not even night, put on your shades
You'll look real cool, you'll get the babes
Eleven years ago we weren't alive
Scratching a lot, I've got the hives
Stay away from me, or I'll spray you in the face
Not until we have some birthmonth cake
Web site got a new design
Made by Justin B. Evans
Why don't you stick to the rhyme?
Why should I?
How much longer can we go?
Another ten years, maybe mo'?
Finish your sentence, don't be shy
But rapping makes me speak real fly!
