Are you sure this ain’t a chick fight, ‘cos that s***, sure sucked d***,
Your verse a crime that don’t excite, no one would, dare acquit.
The man on your balcony, ain’t Abe, it’s Romeo,
You ain’t in Kansas now y’see, no chance of Super Bowl.
So click your heels together; it’s time for your drag show,
Kick and squeal at my pleasure, do you pre-fer f** or ho?
Fallout doesn’t make me cocky, I know war don’t ever change,
How ‘bout you, your chubby body, with a mind that’s all deranged?
I’m towering above you, and you’re quivering with fear,
Overpowering the stuff you, keep deliv’rin’ from ya rear.
So please don’t mind the slow clap, as you head towards your close,
Only these guys think “He’s so crap, I’ll be so glad when he goes.”
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Bring it. :D