BASED B - Designated Rhymer

Devil's Soda? It's the talk of the town. No thanks. And I want a gelato. I'm like a nerd, I want to fly away with Nelly Furtado. Might as well go for a soda, it's my alone. I'm not being commensal, I'm being a role model. Sipping Coca-Cola in my Toyota Corolla. Thought I told you I'd hold the T's until you're sober. You're knocking so your soul on my console. Hold it with a kind stock I saw on an episode of Oprah. So now you know the power of the S-Soda. The power of the soda. It's sorta like the force in Yoda. When I'm on the road in 40 below the heater in my truck. And I do get an upper friend to lift. Come on, I'll tow ya. Home to your pop so she can scold ya. Need a kick-stepping program before the house party disowns ya. And what about your school grade? I'm a school aid and you got curfew on a school day. It's time you called. Hey! Call it! It's Kool-Aid. You got the juice now in little Michael Buble. Buble. Bottle of chocolate. Yo, who you say? Julio Iglesias with a smooth cup of smoothie. Okay! Munch out, putch out. Little mac and cheese, soda poppin' scheme. Soda nifty. Chippin' pop, malt shot, slaw, might seem shifty. Pass me a grape soda and extra crispy. Blow the pop stand, say it with me. So now you know the power of the S-Soda. Straight Jedi. No red eye. No red bull or your bed eye. Be there for a friend. I am willing to extend my sober service. It's sorta nervous and then pretend I just heard you for the first time. But that's the third time. You slurred words to blurred lines. And now my left eye is left with the spitting A.B. Sherd rhymes. You need TLC and breathing A.S.A.P. Chase waterfalls. Snows like you ain't batted in a week. You're a king. You reap. Keep it off my car seat. Dude's dreaming. Stinking steaming. Calling me a geek. I'm a dream warrior. You watch your face in my sink. You on the brink. Or being labeled the missing link. Knucklehead. Stumble from Magna Man. In back of the van. Embarrassed stand. A sloughful head. Crushing cans like Magneto hands. Miata hands. A little frozen. A fetal pose. Call an ambulance. Now you know the power of the S.O.D.O. Come on everybody. It's an old fashioned to and pop party. With not wobble pop goggles. Nobody is a hottie. Hop on the Harley. Shangri-La T. Dotty. Meet him at the candy store. You're riding shotty. Quick hop. Knobbing with Sheldon. Bobby you're ready. Staying golden. Terry happy days. Arthur funs around. My bro is a jukebox hero. So to Pop Curtis. I keep it corny like a bagel. He knows I'm just swell. Just like your ego's got a bird's eye view. Something like eagles and a nerd's IQ. Yours is feeble. Drop the needle. Back with the maestro. Nice dreams. Ice cream's packing a nice flow. I go to work and go bezic with the best of them. And stay clear of feminine M&M's on estrogen.