'Lyrics: The Hot Food Rap. You may think I\'m hot You may think I\'m a two year old. You may think I\'m crazy You may think I\'m mad. But hang on to you teachers. And listen right here. I\'m gonna tell you something that\'ll Burn your two year old. A hip, hop A hip, hop, hap I\'m giving you all The Hot Food rap, rap, rap, rap. I was born on London Airport I remember very well that awful day. Then I hear some people give a shout \"One push, Mrs. Rosen and he\'ll be out\" I\'m telling you that was a puzzle to me. I shouted out \"*BLEEP*\" Doctor shouted \"Good *BLEEP* he can talk. Balam bam boola, balam de ditty boom A hip, hop A hip, hop, hap I\'m giving you all The Hot Food rap, rap, rap, rap When I was 1, I swam the English. When I was 2, I ate a soapy channel When I was 5, I was in a bag of plums. When I was 6, I ate a band playing drums. When I was 7, I robbed a bank with my sister. When I was 8, I became my sister. When I was 9, I closed all the schools. When I was 10, they made me, king of the *BLEEP*s. So thats what I am Thats what I\'ll be With a HOT With a HOT With a HOT With a HOT With an E Thats what I am Thats what I\'ll be. Mr Mike Mr Micheal Mr Rosen Mr Me A hip, hop A hip, hop, hap I\'m giving you all The Hot Food Rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap, rap.'
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