Flight of the Conchords

If you haven't watched an episode of Flight of the Conchords yet you need to get to it quick smart.
IT. IS. HILARIOUS.

To get you up to speed it is a show about two New Zealand musicians who move to New York City in order to get famous in their band called Flight of the Conchords.

The central characters are Brett and Jermaine (the band members), Murray, their hapless band manager and Mel their obsessed groupie. During each episode their is a little musical interlude parodying various musical genres.

In the clip below they are doing a white mans rap parody.
Their rap "names" are the Hiphopopotamus and the Rymnocerous.

My favourite lyrics have to be:
"Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.

Check out the lyrics below:

I’m the mother flippin’ Rhymenocerous
My beats are phat and the birds are on my back
And I’m horny
I’m horny
If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede
Cos I hit you with my flow
The Wild Rhino Stampede.

I’m not just wild, I’m trained,
Domesticated
I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated
And subsequently procreated
That’s how it goes
Here’s the Hiphopopotamus
The hip hop hippo

They call me the Hiphopopotamus
My lyrics are bottomless

They call me the Hiphopopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin’ off the top of this esophagus
Rockin’ this metropolis
I’m not a large water-dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
Steve.

My rhymes and records they don’t get played
Because my records and rhymes they don’t get made
And if you rap like me you don’t get paid
And if you roll like me you don’t get laid.

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant
Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches and hoes should know I’m trying to correct this.

Other rappers dis me
Say my rhymes are sissy.

Why? Why? Why?
What?
Why exactly?
What? Why?
Be more constructive with your feedback, please. Why?
Why?

Why, because I rap about reality?
Like me and my grandma drinking a cup of tea?
There ain’t no party like my nanna’s tea party.
Hey! Ho!

I’m the motherflippin’
I’m the motherflippin’
I’m the motherflippin’