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About Mr. Johnson

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 Rosok tell you that, perchance?