“I’m back like Erin Brockovitch / You know that means apocalypse” – Method Man, Roni Size, “Ghetto Celebrity”

Hardly needs comment, really, but i) doesn’t rhyme at all even if you say it very very fast. ii) idiotic. When St. John the Divine gibbered in his cave on Patmos, coming up on a three-day mushroom high and scratching predictions of the Apocalypse on the walls with his nails, he envisaged many great and terrible beasts, lambs, multi-headed lions, comets, etc. He made no mention of Julia Roberts in a push-up bra, and nor, Method Man, should you.