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Best Rhyming Couplet in a Song

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Cause we off up in this Jeep (off up in this Jeep)
We foggin' up the windows (baby you and me)
We got the radio up (got the radio)
We all up in the back (all up in the back)
We got this [Poor language removed] bouncin' (got this baby bouncin')
We goin' up and down (goin' up and down)
And we smokin' and we drinkin' (smokin', just a thuggin' it out)


Now let me see you bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Now let me see you bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
 
Blackberry smoke - living hell. The explicit version

In a livin' hell
In a livin' hell
Hey I ain't makin' no money 'cause my records don't sell
In a livin' hell
In a livin' hell
Now my girlfriends sucking D at the Taco Bell

And another verse

In a livin' hell
In a livin' hell
Well now I'm eating P at the Sheraton Hotel
In a livin' hell
In a livin' hell
You know I love you baby but ooh wee that smell
 
m at Amanda's weddin'
in a church on
Thomas Street
I'm lookin' at
her bridesmaid
and she lookin'
back at me
And when the
service ends I'll ask her
if she wants a lift
Back to the hotel
and if it goes well
finger and a shift
 

And I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon

I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Robert Zimmerman.
 
Its the time of year
Now that Spring is in the air
When those two wet gits with their girly curly hair
Make another song for moronic holidays
That nauseate-ate-ate
In a million different ways
From the shores of Spain
To the coast of Southern France
No matter where you hide
You just can't escape this dance

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes
Paint your left knee green
Then extract your wisdom teeth
Form a string quartet
And pretend your name is Keith

Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead an eskimo
Eat a Renault Four with salami in your ears
Casserole your gran
Disembowel yourself with spears

The disco is vibrating
The sound is loud and grating
Its truly nauseating
Let's do the dance again

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Yes you'll hear this song in the holiday discos
And there's no escape in the clubs or in the bars
You would hear this song if you holidayed in Mars

Skin yourself alive
Learn to speak Arapahoe
Climb inside a dog
And behead an eskimo
Now you've heard it once
Your brain will spring a leak
And though you hate this song
You'll be humming it for weeks

Hold a chicken in the air
Stick a deckchair up your nose
Buy a jumbo jet
And then bury all your clothes

La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la la laaaaaaa
 

The Saturday Boy from the Bard of Barking:

She danced with me and I still hold that memory
Soft and sweet
And I stare up at her window
As I walk down her street
But I never made the first team,
I just made the first team laugh
And she never came to the phone
She was always in the bath
In the end, it took me a dictionary
To find out the meaning of unrequited
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited

And a nomination for the worst couplet from, step forward, Mr Bob Dylan:

One day they shot him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it coming through the door as he lifted up his fork
 

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