Floats like a Butterfly,
Stings like Easy E

Now I have a story that I'd like to tell, about this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell!  He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed.  He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Muhammad!  He wears the same gloves and sweatpants every single day, and even if it's hot, outside he wears it anyway!  He's gone when I'm awake but he shows up when I'm asleep!  I can't believe that there's a nightmare - about Ali!

It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right, and we had just gotten back off tour last night.  So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy if we summoned up the posse and done rushed the movies.  I got Angie, Jeff got Tina, Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life.  (That was all right because the lady was chill)  Then we dipped to the theater set to ill.  We saw Ali and man it was def!  And everything seemed all right when we left, but when I got home and laid down to sleep, that began the nightmare about Ali!

It was burnin in my room like an oven, my bed soaked with sweat, and man, I was buggin!  I checked the clock and it stopped at 12:30 (it had melted it was so darn hot, and I was thirsty!).  I went downstairs to grab some juice or a coke, flipped the TV off, and then I almost choked when I heard this awful voice comin from behind it said, "You cut off 'Heavy Metal' and now you must die!"  Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was!  Broke outside my drawers and screamed, "So long, cuz!"  Got halfway up the block I calmed down and stopped screamin, then thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin."  I strolled back home with a grin on my grill, I figured since this is a dream I might as well get ill.  I walked in the house, the Big Bad Jazzy One, but Muhammad killed all that noise real quick.  He grabbed me by my neck and said, "Here's what we'll do.  We gotta lotta work here, me and you.  The souls of your friends you and I will claim.  You've got the body, and I've got the brain."

I said, "Yo, Ali, I think you've got me all wrong.  I ain't partners with NOBODY with severe head trauma!  Look, I'll be honest man, this team won't work.  The girls won't be on you, Ali,  your words is all slurred!"  I patted him on the shoulder said, "Thanks for stopping by."  Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care guy!"  He got mad, drew back his arm, and jabbed at my shirt!  I laughed at first, then thought, "Hold up, that hurt!"  It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real!  I said, "Ali, uh, pal, there's been an awful mistake here."  No further words and then I darted upstairs, crashed through my door then jumped on my bed.  Pulled the covers up over my head and said, "Oh please do somethin with Muhammad!"  He jumped on my bed, went through the covers with his arms, tried to get me, but my alarm went off!  And then silence!  It was a whole new day.  I thought, "Huh, I wasn't scared of him anyway."  Until I noticed those three missing teeth, and that was proof that there had been a nightmare, about Ali.

Jeff Townes, Bar Mitzvah Rap Artists Incorporated ©