Elyse finishes someone else’s rhyme

My rendition delivered in Ludacris flow.

I’ve been feeling kind of easy-droppy lately and stopped plugging my ear holes with ear buds during my walks to and from work. I’ve overheard a few nuggets of funny recently and today I was intrigued by a kid free styling to himself as he passed me on the street:

 Democrat, nope. I sell dope.

Then he was gone. Yet much like a fart in the wind, the essence of the fleeting moment that was him clung to me. All I could think was – what could the next few lines possibly be?

 I thought for a moment and then the words came to me:

I’m conservative, playa’. G-O-P! All my profits belong to me.

That had to be it, right?