To the circus
Sometimes I ssstutter
when I’m nervous
Goodness gracious me!
Speaking of itching,
These new socks
Needs foot powder.
Or gunpowder, loads
Of fragile dynamite
In my fridge
Save the butter 
Be good family
It’s always good
In the hood
Under the hood,
Channelling my gangsta
By hop-scotching
And name dropping
'Cause hip hoppin
to the beat