[Mr. J]

I send thanks through the grapevine
take time while delivering 6 to 8 lines
take hate like liquor in the shot glass
put that moist in your eye, no contact
a bomb strapped to the end of my ink pen
your services attract hosting the penguins
sequins & sex ed, bladdy blah freshmen
you giggle in the back row now sixth sense
start your engines & have a blow out bruh
one for the memories as I pour out rum...
whaaaat....