This shit is an ode to joy, says me, this 21st-century boy, feeling the start of the flow like I'm ready to go, something pyroclastic. Hey, you be fantastic not that I'm slappin drastic,twangin elastic. Now don't get all menstrual, think of your potential like you're in disguise while hitting dem highs, round the back with the guys the price be all in their flies.
Dont be that guy.
I can only wonder why you'd come here looking like a chicken, thigh. Finger licking shit flicking stinger pricking, guy. Admit defeat, the clock's a ticking, your ass I'm kicking. Bye!
Chicken too easy you know I'd be Cock. Cluck cluck clock ticking , my girls looking dey be clicking. My friends they be rolling with the Rick'n and I say whos Charles Dicken not I. But aye.
Just had to be a dick and pull a Rick, huh? Fine! But I'll get you next time...