Beauty fell in love, a homonym of one, I’ll accept either spelling, Y or IE, son. Better said, Boys Entering Anarchistic States Towards Inner Excellence-one word’s a waste. Combined, three MCs and one DJ rule the land, Legendary crew, crashing MTV like Nathaniel Hornblower, man. Two words there be, all the clues plain to see, So ride my rhymes, as I Sabotage out, carefree.

If you turn on me, you are very quick. If you drop me, you’re a tattler or snitch. If you had one of me for every time President Trump said that something was the greatest it’s ever been, you’d be rich.

Can you count every cloud and every star? Can you become elon musk if you ate a ton of mars bars? My first three, a devil, short and mischievous. The rest of me is possible.

I sit on a plate, I’m sweet as can be, blow out my candles and make a big wish, see? But if you hear me talked about when you jiggle and shake, I might mean the part of your rear your momma helped to bake.

You drop me in the toilet I float on water I'm cut and chopped Mathematicians deal with me , as do lumberjacks