You make up clever names and think you're all that
I take a closer step and stare you in the face
I laugh at your physique and say your mama's fat
So please allow me to remove my watch
While put the smack down on yo ass, byatch
You exasperate my reputation while you call me gay
As stagnant as a rock I never break my smile
I tell you I'm gonna knock you into yesterday
Then sit on your head and pass gas for a while
So let's turn the volume up a notch
While I slam in yo face, byatch
You oblify the point that I cannot get a date
You poke me in the gut and tell me I've gained weight
You say you would rather make out with a slimy slug
I say I'm sorry for the slug and then squash you like a bug
You shouldn't be saying what you said
For I'm bouts to smack you upside yo head
You have belts in karate and moves that could impress
My biceps weigh more than you and your sister too
I could tie you up with a hair from off my chest
And sell you to a run-down Guatemalan zoo
So don't go act like goody two-shoes lass
For I'm bouts to whoop you sad sorry ass
This was inspired by my homonym friend's ex-girlfriend's little sister. Put that in your shoe and mow it!
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