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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