Alphabet, Boredom, Shank Sinatra…
Your alias' don't amuse me at all and I just saw you speaking so can it,
I could go through Alphabet backwards with such ease, I'd pass any drunk test on the planet.
You got excited for a minute like you'll beat me, but that's quite a jest,
I’ll make that confidence interval so small it would have statisticians throwing out data sets.
Then punk you off for your cash, your girl will beg on her rolls to suck,
And after I guzzle all of Bordeaux…I might just get drunk enough to throw that troll a fuck.
See you begging for vet help like you can get better, the boy is reachin,
Assessing the dynamix of the situation shows that even he can’t help you be remotely decent.
Plus, you’ve got some fucked up gay fantasies, clearly the man’s a flake,
So every time Shank in the shower, he’s getting off to male prison imagery of stab and rape.
PW smash this fake, lets find out how many punches this fan can take,
A left and right combo will make sure the floral greet you like your boyfriend on a fancy date.
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