27 June 2012
Oh my mate you just broke the limits And that calls for some special credits. Like all those funny higga words you debit You so said it Like a funkly little rebbit.
Go much on a carrot French kiss a parrot Because you're luck ain't changing Try it out a game of tarrot.
Of little hobbit Sir truly Insulting little fools, by calling them drooly. King of the hill? Well I'm the bling of this drill And I ain't stopping now till, You stooped puking out the window sill!
Yeah yeah you're words a shorter, Like your 40 year old daughter, Maybe someday you fake fought her, On opuss fake brought her...
Cus that's how stupid these rhymes, are You gone too far I'm the one with the wheel in this car Underage but King of the damn tar! You slip each damn time, Ain't worth no Jaguar!
Booom! Yeah you just got some spit on your wrinkled face Get caught in this race You just gonna be waste. Because here on Opuss we got some skills to daze, Not wait up for Mr.Oldy to tie his shoe lace!
So before you type out a response to bring about, this craze, Don't forget, folks I'm here, ready to amaze, Forget that joker with his funny sing song Eating a month old Ding Dong, While I stand wrestling King Kong, For long, you tooo wrong, Go play some gay ping pong, Go fish mong. I don't really care, I'm right here hitting that victory gong.
You're On • Opuss № I