Hailmary



The Nascar drip, the Rubberbands, and the Tip.

Too lit to sit, to chit, this is you.

With the Gorilla Glue, too stuck, your chipmunk is ur nut.

With the American History X, the Tex Mex, and ur Safari.

And this ain't Jerry Springer, this serious, this is Maury.

And the Ferarri, the St@rs, and the Starry Night.

Having to Fight Night, and to restore, to be sore, and this the World Tour.

To count to four SCORE the seashore, with the Beast, and the Answer is wrong.

Now was that cheap? To keep up, for you to give, and her name is Syd.

And the Kid, the sheriff's wig, to wig, to denounce.

And your North Pole is to slow down, and to lose control.

Your sol to and fro with your Married with Children Show.

Now reap what you sow with the barbie doll, for you to call.

In the present ur wrong, and her song, and the sentence is too long.

And you Orangatang, the big bang, to put your (g)od to shame.

Now to insane, the DUI, my eyes to align.

The jail cell your braille, to fail, now you wake up.

And now ur body is in shambles, let's get ready to rumble, now it's time to step up.

Here's the decision you need to make, because your bloodline's TIME IS UP!

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