Three Word Game, Anybody?

[Heathansson]

out the mike

[Celestial Healer]

and busted a

[Heathansson]

rhyme like this:

[Vattnisse]

"Y'all think you

[Celestial Healer]

know what it's

[Heathansson]

finta be, boy

[Celestial Healer]

, you so stupid

[Heathansson]

your mama told

[Celestial Healer]

me so," he

[Vattnisse]

rapped, before getting

[Heathansson]

rotten stuff thrown

[Reggie]

over his head

[Heathansson]

and under his

[drunken_nomad]

pimped-out Scion boxcar.

[Heathansson]

It was forgettable,

[Vattnisse]

except to those

[Heathansson]

Kevin Federline fans

[Vattnisse]

still at large

[Heathansson]

for grand theft

[Vattnisse]

and falsely pretending

[Heathansson]

to have talent

[Vattnisse]

or human DNA.

[drunken_nomad]

The rogue jumped

[Heathansson]

; he felt squirrely

[Vattnisse]

, as he suffered

[Celestial Healer]

dozens of broken

[Vattnisse]

bones and bruises

[Heathansson]

falling from a

[Vattnisse]

clifftop tree branch

[Valegrim]

three feet high

[Vattnisse]

into a pile

[Heathansson]

of potion bottles

[drunken_nomad]

and lemon juice.

[Heathansson]

When Mr. T

[drunken_nomad]

and Jet Li

[Heathansson]

saw Cadillac Jones

[Vattnisse]

stumbling towards them,

[Heathansson]

Mr. T looked

[Vattnisse]

away in disgust

[Heathansson]

and said, "I

[Vattnisse]

pity the fool

[Heathansson]

who make T

[Vattnisse]

drink prune juice

[Reggie]

from a paper

[drunken_nomad]

cup! Git 'em!"

[Valegrim]

*** Fisticuffs and puggeling ***

[Celestial Healer]

The ensuing bloodbath

[Heathansson]

and entrail shower

[Valegrim]

continued for weeks

[Heathansson]

as the epic