Mr B, The Gentleman Rhymer would like to say ‘heellloooo’

I understand that no one else is going to find this as funny as I do.

You’d be forgiven for thinking that the chances of hip-hop, banjos, blazers, cravates and pipe-smoking ever meeting in one place are marginal at best (at least outside my criminally unsuccessful 2006 audition for Australian Idol). And yet here they are.

I give you Mr B, The Gentleman Rhymer.

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