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Stuart Scott Rap 12/1/05
"Not Yet" is what they heard,
The spoken word,
After battling the best team score for score,
Before a loss, only their third.
Colts may have beaten the Bengles,
Hung their hide on a shingle,
But the Cats were loud about being proud,
Of what they did,
Score thirty-seven,
And Heaven knows.
They served notice,
They will diss you,
And enjoy it.
It's not just that Chad Johnson is bouncing DB's off him for an AFC high sixty-one catches,
It's also how he fetches the attention,
Not to mention,
A conference high five grabs of forty yards,
And it's hard to be that good,
And still make us laugh to the bone,
When he gets to the endzone,
Cause Lawd knows what's next.
This week, the test for Cincy, Baltimore,
And if the object is to score,
Kids get more,
Second quarter,
The other Johnson,
Rudi,
Effortlessly,
Six yards, to the house,
Ten nothing, the count,
When Chad goes off.
Did I mention a score?
How about fifty-four,
Yards,
Hand the ball to the Ref, he could,
But instead, honors Woods,
Yeah, Tiger
Pylon, the putter,
You've never seen another,
Kid improvise like this,
Not to mention, list,
His fourth straight thousand yard season.
But there's more reasons the Bengles roll,
What rhymes with Houshmanzadeh?
Nada,
So I'll just tell you it was hotta,
For the Ravens to cover him, than they thought it'd be,
Thirty yard strike,
Nine catches, what a night,
Hundred fourty-seven yards,
And it wasn't hard,
To find a Cincy reciever doing work,
Cason Palmer went berserk,
To Chris Henry for the touch,
Not Much,
The Ravens could do.
Carson,
Three hundred and two,
Yards passing,
Tenth game he's harrassing,
The other team,
With a QB rating of one hundred or better,
Might write a letter,
Memo,
THe Bengles are legit.
Rudi Closes it out,
Three yard run,
Fourty-Two/twenty-nine,
The end of the fun.
Spoken word.
Pro-Bowler for sure,
But the Lure,
Of Chad Johnson,
Is always how he celebrates.
Let's make a video resume,
September two-thousand and three,
If you can't quite see Polaroid or digital.
Same year,
December,
If you remember,
Big Brother,
Let's just love one another,
Don't fine me,
I plea,
Coach didn't see it as hilariously,
Or did he?
September of this year, week three,
It might be one of the illest catches,
But what wrecks us,
With laughter,
Is a brother doing the River Dance?
What are the chance,
es.
Two weeks later,
Some more flavor,
If you slay us with your skills,
Chad, young lad,
You still slay us.
You know you a star,
When you resuscitate CPR,
On the ball.
And then came last week,
Dude's got football geeks,
On the edge of their seats,
Wondering "Now what?",
Something old,
Something new,
I borrow a cheerleader,
Girl, I love you,
And I play ball,
Like my wideout brother,
Who recently took the fall.
Do you see what I seeeee?
Sounds dirty submission from P1 Seth.
Führer Dan lewdly eyes the Dooce.
Dan lewdly eyes the Dooce.
Senior Pic, gay? Of course.