Canon
(part one)
My dick so tall
Don Quixote fightin’ it
My dick so long
David Foster writin’ it
My dick swing low
Don Corleone scared of it
My dick swing high
Chabon goin to tear it up
My dick so excellent
Lancelot knightin it
My dick a winnin’ prize
Shoot Shirley Jackson in the eyes
(part two)
Gilman, Charlotte Perkins
Know what’ll get you twerkin’
Yeah, Franzen he correctin
But ain’t no disrespectin
Cuz Franzen, he wanna get he hand in
Capote, he wanna smoke more than peyote
Atwood, shit girl, you know I got wood
What rhymes with orange?
HUNG LARGE
Sit down Cormac McCarthy
Cause my dick like a horsey
James Joyce followin’ Ulysses
Yeah you ain’t seen these testes
By my calculation
Jane don’t need no Persuasion
Dickens man you got patience
But I got these Great Expectations
Brontë ladies all on the moor
Gather round for this grand tour
You all huntin this sperm whale
I’ll call all y’all ISHMAEL
(part three)
My dick got bite, my dick got bark
My dick got science friction like Arthur C. Clarke
My dick got wick, my dick ignite
My dick got flight like Richard Wright
My dick badda-bow, my dick badda- bing
My dick long and scary like Stephen King
My dick the secret that deliver
So follow Joe Conrad up dat river