There weren't no rhymin' at the beginning right there.
Ahh yeah, 
I'm just gonna bring them in like an introduction. 
I gotcha, 
I gotcha super 
Mario. Mario... 
Mariooooo.
Ahhhhright y'all, comin' to you with full force. 
Yo, I'm not on the sauce, but we gonna do it a little something like this.
Never trust a 
HAL-9000When it comes to fire, 
I'm dousin'
Pick up your mic and start joustin'
Prayin' mantis style, not 
ShaolinI don't want the capers, 
I'm frownin'
Order in vegertarian shark's fin
Throwin' chrome-domes in a tail spin'
Cause I don't drink scotch and 
I don't drink gin
When it comes to books with rhymes within
Packed like sardines in a tin
Tight-ass parties 
I'm roastin'
Karate-chop some round housin'
Ahh, that was 
Mario's fault!(Beatboxing)