the ovid rap
always making rhymes ‘bout my girl corinna
my style’s like catullus but the verse is thinner
i wish her husband’d die, wish he’d choke on a bone
so I could have her waiting when I get myself home
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cupid keeps me rapping and singing my song
I tried to write on war, but the lines were too long
cause when I started singing 'bout arms and a man
cupid stole a foot and he changed up my plan
my verse it got crippled, my verse it got lame
and all them dactylic poets thought it was a shame
but I cleaned up my verse and I dirtied up my act
and if you see me at a temple, meet me round the back
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I’m the master of love, error et carmen
if you’re looking for the ladies let me be your garmin –
say you’re at the circus observing a race
and right there beside you’s the most stunning face
well lean over real gentle and whisper real low
you got something in your lap- I just thought you should know
and maybe there’s dust there or maybe there’s not
but now that choice lady knows you think she’s hot
















