Text ain't your game, illness you're not gonna be dropping
Leavin you sonned without effort like the process of adoption
But this adolecent won't learn, but I'll instruct sonning quick
And damn. . my penis is so prodigious you need a trampoline to hop off it
I never recall being dealt such a simplistic victory, thank you
This boy is so atrociously ugly, the lead in Drumline wouldn't bang you
I ne'er apply slang in my verse, but I try not to seem complex with my vocab
FL is brimfull with DR's and you're one of them, all of RB's aprehended that
I really only need 8 lines to merk you, but here's nine and ten
I'll thwack you with an apology letter, will you like me then?