Nurse... Hurry... Rhyme! Written by Ryan Matthew So, the dish ran away with the spoon? Miss Muffet, oh I'll stuff it, 'til the moon Grates into blue cheese with a sleaze And I'll squeeze it 'til it bleeds. Miss Muffet, you can huff it, and puff it And blow down the chimney rockets. I ain't got no money 'cause I don't need Pockets. Lungs are fed, rest in the sun bed One, two, skip a few, ninety-nine, one-hundred Degrees; it's like Degrassi - junior got high, AIDS of the eye, pregnant girls are classy. So 3 little pigs in designer wigs fell into the gap Fell into the gap, fell into the gap-trap; Lil' bo-peep-show, give the dog a bone Didn't think I'd get followed home Her crooked smile could run a mile At the sound of a snitch; Shitzu was her name. You can't catch me I'm the gingerbread bitch! The jack was nimble, the jack was long And the mice don't know just what went wrong "Help! Leave me be! Don't need my ex-to-see" A red ridin' hoodlum at Miss Muffet's ear... All the better to eat you, my dear © 2011 Ryan Fan Club