"In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey"

I like big butts and I cannot lie

Or

when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get sprung

Really that whole song is a masterpiece.

fuckin magnets how do they work?

One for the money, two for the better green / 3-4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left.

Picture this I'm a bag of dicks Put me to your lips I am sick I will punch a baby bear in his shit

I'll rip a tree out the ground and flip it upside down 'Fore I turn over a new leaf, clown

"England is my city"

or

"Thats an awfully hot coffee pot"

If you got bad breath then maybe try Scope

And if you wash your ass you best use soap

"I take seven kids from columbine, stand'em all in line, add an ak-47 a revolver, a nine, a mac-11 and it'll solve a problem of mine and that's a whole school of bully's shot up all at one time."

So this lyric is notable, not just for being edgy, but also because it was a product of it's time. It was published during the height of tipper gore and hillary clinton trying to appease the "moral majority" by attempting to censor rap music which is called out in the album.

Ultimately the lyric is self-censored because while the artist could have gotten away with it, the label was playing it safe, even though nothing about the lyric would have tripped the moral panic alarm. After all the rapper was white referencing a white event.

Bear witness to the sickest shot while suckers get romantic

They ain't gonna send us campin' like they did my man Fred Hampton

Still we lampin', still clockin' dirt for our sweat

A ballot's dead, so a bullet's what I get

A thousand years they had the tools, we should be takin' 'em

Fuck the G-ride, I want the machines that are makin' 'em

I start to think and then I sink into the paper, like I was ink / when I'm writing I'm trapped in between the lines / I escape - when I finish the rhyme

"Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret — the million other straws underneath it. It's all mathematics." -- Yasiin Bey

Plead the fifth, sip wine stiffly

Patiently come up and be spiffy in a jiffy

Gift for the grind, criminal mind shifty

Swift with the nine through a fifty nine fifty

My favorite wordplay line:

"Balling on my mind, Kareem Abdul-a oblongata" - lil ugly mane