You’re spouting a FOUNTAIN of torrential abuse,
Your explicit acidic lyrics are no use
F-bombing, veins popping – there’s no excuse
I’m follically challenged but you’re morally loose
Your battery’s flat, it’s a fact – no juice.
We’re in the same game mate, let’s fix up a truce
the streets need peace, let your ego reduce
Let’s giggle and riddle, be like Dr Suess!
Next week’s random word to pop 4 lines of lyrical miracle with is: LIPSTICK!