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pretty as a singer, fine as a stripper

I really like Killer Mike’s “R.A.P. Music”, but “Southern Fried” has possibly one of the most facepalmingly (a quick google search verifies unfortunately that I did not just invent this word) awful stanzas ever:

Moet? Rolex. Big Benz, no flex
Wedding ring on finger, I married a Trina
Pretty as a singer, Fine as a stripper
When we in the strip club strippers try to tip her

I am not certain it’s the sentiment that is terrible so much as the rhyme scheme. Come on, man!