When it was mirror, mirror, the angel's tears, and to flame on the Filet Mignon.
And to clap, clap, the State Farm's back, when it was Aflaq, the interior all black.
And we back, to back up and stacc, more like the Mac-10, and Snoop's new Gin.
To market the first sin, when it was Eden's "facts," and thas when the Serpent had their back.
And that's a fact, the hue that's black, when it was Zeus's "zap!" Now it's 80's "crack."
And it's heavy, the levy, and ur mom's back, to brush, and tic-tacc, and Warren Sapp.
And you confused on the TB and Tampa Bay, and the shades of gray, and the Light Bringer.
When to "singer," her index finger, when it's all together, now it's Mayweather.
To feather ur weight, the Hermes debate, the ol' school plug, and a Tribe's "One Love."
To market Common, but no Tom Sawyer, the Ally McBeal lawyer, this the Real World.