Wet for the wet

Once again returning to my basic themes of beards, tweed, and liking the rain, I present to you the following, er, Drip Hop. 

I like big drops and I cannot lie,

Pour down that thunder like a wonder from the sky,

Hey Mr Meterologist, don't be a sun apologist, 

I like the wet and I can't deny. 

Want some R to the A to the I, N, ay? 

Want the sky to be muthalovin grey,

Fo shizzle to ma nizzle man I like a bit of mizzle,

Wearing tweed is my true eshay.

So don't be a drip drop, 

I want me some plip plop, 

The rain would be tip top,

And I don't care how,

Don't give me no pish posh, 

Just make with the plish plosh, 

I want a big wish wash, 

I want it right now. 

I like big drops and I cannot lie,

Pour down that thunder like a wonder from the sky,

Hey Mr Meterologist, don't be a sun apologist, 

I like the wet and I can't deny.