Meters be lyrically campaigning to the moderators of this board,
because this kid should be restricted from the mic by a slipknot and cord,
Restricted belted out 'try to stop me' in c minor key,
Quoth Meters, 'you stopped long ago, just let it be,'
I switch stances, my eyes seering like golden lances,
Right as behind you're fifteen year of age a menacing similie advances,
O, ye of little faith, be quiet and hear my decree,
There is no place on Noah's arc for the worthless, so you'll be swallowed by a tsunami,
Restricted looks up from his 9th grade novel, Horton Hears A Who,
But who's gonna hear Horton scream out if no one's heard you?

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder