Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros

I'm the mother flippin' Rhymenocerous
 My beats are fat
 And the birds are on my back
 And I'm horny, I'm horny
 If you choose to proceed
 You will indeed concede
 'Cause I hit you with my flow
 The wild rhino stampede
 I'm not just wild, I'm trained, domesticated
 I was raised by a rapper and rhino that dated
 And subsequently procreated
 That's how it goes
 Here's the Hiphopopotamus
 The hip hop hippo
 They call me the Hiphopopotamus
 My lyrics are bottomless
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 Sometimes our rhymes are polite
 Like, thank you for the dinner Ms. Right
 That was very delicious, goodnight
 Sometimes they are obscene
 Like a pornographic dream
 NC-17 with ladies in a stream of margarine
 Ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah, some margarine
 They call me the Hiphopopotamus
 Flows that glow like phosphorous
 Poppin' off the top of this esophagus
 Rockin' this metropolis
 I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal
 Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?
 Did Steve tell you that, perchance?
 Steve
 My rhymes and records, they don't get played
 Because my records and rhymes, they don't get made
 And if you rap like me, you don't get paid
 And if you roll like me, you don't get laid
 My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
 I made all of the ladies in the area pregnant
 Yes, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
 But you lovely bitches and hoes should know
 I'm trying to correct this
 Other rappers diss me
 Say my rhymes are sissy
 Why? Why? Why? What?
 Why exactly?
 What? Why?
 Be more constructive
 With your feedback, please
 Why? Why?
 Why? 'Cause I rap about reality?
 Like me and my grandma drinkin' a cup of tea
 There ain't no party like my nana's tea party
 Hey, ho
 I'm the motherflippin'
 I'm the motherflippin'
 I'm the motherflippin'
 Who's the motherflippin?
 I'm the motherflippin'
 I'm the motherflippin'
 I'm the motherflippin'
 Motherflippin'