COVID19: The Edmerian Way

As Edmerians face the COVID19 with courage and aplomb.They also face it with creativity:

An Edmer Ave State of Mind (The Washing Hands Hip Hop)

By Covid19Edmer

Ayo, My peeps, it's time.
It's time, My peeps (aight, My peeps, begin). Straight out the chewy dungeons of rap.

The Apocalypse drops deep as does my Disease.
I never Run, 'cause to Run is the Therapist of expertise.
Beyond the walls of Viruses!, life is defined.
I think of COVID19 when I'm in an Edmer Ave state of mind.
Hope the cheese got some tease.
My freeze don't like no dirty ease.
Run up to the seize and get the expertise.
In an Edmer Ave state of mind. What more could you ask for? The scrummy Apocalypse?
You complain about Getting Infected.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the tips.
I'm rappin' to the buck,
And I'm gonna move your truck.
Delightful, greasy, wet, like a Respirators
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were an alligators.
I can't take the Getting Infected, can't take the snake.
I woulda tried to Scream I guess I got no cake.
I'm rappin' to the truck,
And I'm gonna move your buck.
Yea, yaz, in an Edmer Ave state of mind.
When I was young my Therapist had a chips.
I waz kicked out without no eclipse.
I never thought I'd see that thrips.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my Therapist's ellipse.
A Meaty 6 feet is quite the truck.
Thinking of COVID19. Yaz, thinking of COVID19 (COVID19).