Newkie

Now I'm noticing, a certain lack of class,
Right up here in this bitchin thread,
All previous posters, can take one in the ass,
Seriously guys-I wish you were dead

Now this butchery, of the English prose
It's a crime I won't forgive,
Your mums are bitches and daughters, hoes,
Not that it matters, for none of you will outlive

My rhyming legacy,
My lyrical supremacy,
To put it ****ing bluntly,
I'll treat you like Ian Huntley

No quick death, no simple Macbeth,
Just long and slow, like when I go down low, solo,
On your mother,
I'm a gentle lover,
But there'll be no glover,
Making you a baby brother

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