You've gone down the hill in a mercaides, Wrecked "S.B.C."
My hopes gone up by the % of 80 cuz you messed with me,
Your punches hit worse than blind men playing water polo,
You couldnt think of your shit, if you ate the toilet on solo,
My scisors cut through your clothes like construction paper,
Because thats what they are, made with perfect champer.
Cashiers make more "cents" then you, and i know its true,
Cuz, Your the one who barrowed Ronald McDonalds Shoe.
Your rhymes are blustered, worn out, they've been blew,
I heard someone just shoplifted, Preperation H and some Glue,
Meanwhile you family just stood there pointing fingers at you.
Its time for me to end the show, You are first on the cast list,
Reading "Dumbasses" and listed your name till the last damn kid.

Ha Ha..... Peace out.

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Ill Emcee