i'll take my spatula, and shove it down you're throat,
technicolour you're intestine like joseph's coat,
what's that? you say it seems you can't breath?
let me stick this plaster on you're mouth, then i'll leave,
you're parents will grieve over the little you achieve,
but will i care? no's the answer, best believe,
as i retrieve my spoon, for another time,
need another weapon for the next persons rhyme,
what will i choose, for their cypher line?
hmm, i think a newzealand mountain pine

new zealand mountain pine....

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