It might be hard,
For you to accept,
But I,
Am like,
The motherfuckin’,
Dwayne Johnson,
Of poeming.
I turn up,
Do stuff,
Then do other shit,
For ages.

Deal with it!

Bitch!

Rock the bells!
Rock the bellends!
Rock the balls!
Run DMC,
Ain’t got shit on me!
I rhymed and everything,
Just then.

Cow!

Tommy Two-Shits;
The man,
The myth,
The legend!

Skank!

Can you smeeeeeeeeelllllll,
What the Ed-Sax,
Is cookin’?