On the streets of the Shire,
My pipe's lit like hellfire,
At the party hell raisin',
Gandalf's fireworks blazin',
I'm talking to my ring.
A hundered and elventh birthday, bitches,
Blinged out in mithril riches,
I got some magic shit in my pockets,
And I'm talking to my ring.
Oh oh, talking with my ring.
Oh oh, talking with my ring.
Now don't go gettin' jelous,
'Cos it's mine, my own, my precious,
Talking with my ring.
If I searched Middle Earth,
From Gondor to Mordor,
I'd never find another ring this bling,
That's why I'm talking with my ring.
So let's smoke some Old Toby,
With Gandalf and my homies,
Getting more high than a dragon can fly,
And I'll be dancing with my ring.
Oh, oh, talking with my ring,
Oh, oh, talking with my ring,
Now don't go gettin' jelous,
'Cos it's mine, my own, my precious,
Well, I'm talking with my ring.
... I spent way too much time writing that. ^_^