A Star Trek Rap

The trouble with tribbles is one of procreation

Their hungry satisfaction leads to multiplication

Growing generations beyond human notion

All it takes is some grain, for your information

Klingons coming hot in attack formation

Blasting pesky tribbles to TOS oblivion

Stovokor, here we come, ready or not

Glory to the Empire, this is our shot

Deep in the shadows, Romulans are hiding

pulling all the strings controlling the fighting

No drinking allowed, you should have known better

This ale is illegal, you pink-skin leper!

This is my Star Trek Rap

Love it , or double tap

Whatever your key phrase

Beam me up or Engage,

I'm ready to hit it, warp away and beat it.