Allow me to coach you on the simplest matters
As I search your verse for intricate patterns
Finding none; the mirror is shattered
You're clearly in tatters; on internet forums with immature chatters
After remaining hidden for weeks with only a little bit of sleep I approach the forbidden creek
I'm hasty; I have vices
I filet the mermaid with some tasty spices
Is she the one you wasted nights with, or had eighty fights with?
You took advantage of her niceness
Now it's My wish that she just makes a nice dish!
Now you're just balking about
To be honest I don't know what you're talking about
Do I look like the kind of guy you should be stalking around?
I'm like gravity; I'll be there when it all hits the ground
Well, if lyrical proficiency is the mission see we can do it one of two ways
Now load your slingshot and fire at a blue jay, or someone's toupee
And don't do it tomorrow; do it today
And don't post something here that is truly gay
Or I'll let the toolie spray; these fools must pay
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