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Aye

this guy

he is a bastard guy

I dont like him

I'm about to hit him with a limb

knock him unconcious

till hes not conscious

when he hits the floor

I'll be out the door

he wont want no more

here come the cops

like a bunch of robots

they're all a$$holes

like that guy Bob Dole

he wasn't cool

just some old fool

This guy's name is Steele

he eats to many meals

he's got no wheels

piece of $hit car

hangs out in a bar

big and fat

like an old cat

lyin down like a door mat

He's got four eyes

told to many lies

yes, he did despise

didn't like those kids

wore hats from Lids

They were dumb

he sucks on his thumb

like a little baby

going all crazy

screamin and cryin

Ruff Ryders said you cant deny it

Tido's reading my poem

he's up to the part with a knome

He really is black

I think he's pretty whack

He should be beat with a cock

or maybe a sock

full of quarteres

like mexicans on the borders

between here and Mexico

I said your moms a hoe

nah, I don't sink that low

like my grades in school

your kids a real fool

I think he's retarded

whoops, I just farted.