hiphopapotamus vs. rhymanocerous

BREAKIN’ UPDATE: Folks who spell “rhymenocerous” no better than I do keep coming to my blog expecting the lyrics to this piece. I don’t have them, but so future visitors don’t leave disappointed I hand you two favours

1. GO HERE: http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/774865.html
2. Spell it “R-H-Y-M-E-N-O-C-E-R-O-U-S”. No spelling bee, me.

OLD HAT: Does the world need another comedy singing double-act? Yes, it does. It’s admirable that two young men, obviously loaded to the gills with talent, are so determined to piss it all away on being much funnier than everyone else.

Seriously, it is quite incredible what a human can achieve when it’s got nothing to do except live in New Zealand. Here are four of my favourites, which I’ve somehow rendered utterly unhilarious. But trust me, they are so funny milk will come out of your nose.

hiphopapotamus vs. rhymanocerous they call me the hiphopapotamus my lyrics are bottomless… er… motherflippers.

business time yeah baby tonight we’re gonna make love and you know how I know? Because it’s wednesday and we normally make love on a wednesday… there’s nothin’ good on TV… conditions are perfect for makin’ love

mutha uckers there are too many mother uckers uckin with my shi. How many? Do they blend?

she’s so hot boom! She’s so hot she’s like curry. I want to tell her she’s hot, but she’ll think I’m being sexist… I need a 1983 Casio DG 20 electric guitar… and lots of gratuitous use of the word “boom”.