"my humps" needs better lyrics

Last evening I was dancing around my basement in my underwear to My Humps and I think the lyrics could use a little work. Unlike Fergalicious, which is lyrical genious (i learned to spell tasty and delicious WHILE dancing in just my socks), My Humps missed a really easy rhyme. The crap line is,

What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work.

All that breast inside that shirt? What happened to following the same lyric rhyming thing you did earlier with junk, trunk and drunk? A better line would be,

What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast attached to yo' chest?
I'ma give, give, give, give you cardiac arrest.

Its my opinion that Fergie would have written that in if she had complete control of Black Eyed Peas' lyrics.