Dystopian's verse -
Im the fabled perfection, your cocks unused, gray and rejected,
Only time a fox goes down on Nick, when he loses his cable connection.
& playing games will get you crucified, this clown taunts the boss..
Crosswords with me and you'll be the 1 down 4 across.
So desperate for a loss, let me relieve your anxieties..
And expose yur Skull and Bones, quicker than leaking Secret Societies.
Your in need of psychiarty, a gnarly fiend for the Charlie Sheen,
but if thinks he'll drop me with rhymes...
he's got rocks in his head, glovebox and every other spot he can find.
Coz on the net he thugs like hes the shit, with the crappest of antics,
But irl: Nick'll back out like a bitch, coz he's wack as that band is.
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