Now listen here, Mister Q's-are-not-G's,
b***h please-, you get as much cheese as a mouse wit' no teeth,
You're p***y pink, and your rhymes are too weak,
Where a grimey queef would still sound like what thy speaks.
Original? HA! ***** don't make me ********' laugh,
Your existence is unforgivable, and my judgement you must pass.
I can corrupt your crazed career, and I will leave you pumpin' gas,
I'm glad you volunteered, but you'll get knocked down on your a**.
WARNING FOLKS, Chemical just flipped and went morbid!
I'll chop-chop-chop this b***h up, and leave 'em gored like he was
Mordred!
I'm sorry, was that horrid? Much like this cat's whack s**t?
Like a constipated flow, you can try so hard, but cannot spit.
Now let me finish up and leave all your questions answered,
This poser's a ********' joke, and to this thread, he's a cancer.
I already had you quittin', by the end of bar one.
"
So let it be written... So shall it be done."
-Kemmicle Ecks