[Hailey]

Tasty food from the Microwave☆Powerful chef using electronic cooker to cook 4000 years of historical Chinese dishes instantly☆
Everyone's a winner
Bargains galore
Perfume
Commodity
Soul broker
Synergetic bitch
Monomanic bitch
Buddhist businessman
5 for the price of 1
Half price sale
Cheap imitations will deceive you
It removes all stains
5 of a kind auction at Sothesby's
Drowning victim in a pool of Don Perignon
Rothschild psychic
Bathory bath
Degrees of ESP
Corporate espionage
Red velvet ropes hold the ensouled birdcage of Eva Peron
Microsoft Word macro virus
Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering about, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know that he was Zhuang Zhou.
This is the outer chapter of the rest of the universe
Bathory blood bath and cosmetics and slices of lime
Soul broker, delirium banker, snake oil magician
Effervescent, the world is healed
First life reincarnated as a tiger, second life reincarnated as a precious jade rat statue
Purgatorial singleplayer
The butterfly dream repeats
Pause conscious
This is the transformation of all things into sleeping shells
Hanging, decapitation, firing squad, boiling, drowning, electrocution
Burning, buried alive, poisoning, stoning, dismemberment, crucifixion
Incontent and screaming
THIS SHIT HARD

[SteamApps]

Check it out, I’m in the house like carpet
And if there’s too many heads on my blunt, I won’t spark it
I’ll put it in my pocket and save it like rocket fuel
‘Til everybody’s gone and it’s cool
Then I spark it up with my brother
His Mama named him Moe(?) but I call him Moe Lover
And he’s more than a cover, he’s a quilt
We’re putting shit together like the house that John built on the hill
‘Cause this shit gonna feel like Velvet Turtle
My style fits tighter than a girdle
If you hate it, then you can just leave it, like Beaver
But in a day or two I’ll make you a true believer in me
‘Cause like the alphabet, you’ll C
That ism kicks a rhyme, not your everyday soliloquy
Like Chef Boyardee, our rhyme is truly cookin’
Peace to Matty Rich ‘cause he’s straight outta Brooklyn, New York
I don’t eat pork or swine when I dine
I drink a cup of Kool-Aid, not a big glass of wine or a Heineken
If you have time, I’ll drop a rhyme again