Raddy, sometimes you should think,
Before acting like you crawled from a sink.
Nonexistent prose,
I smell through my nose,
Makes me annoyed as fast as you blink.
Holligans avvy is nice,
I'd rub her all over with ice,
Although she is only a piccy,
I'd make her get very sticky.
Koma, you're the one to talk,
When last night you were greasing my stalk,
You made it get so wet,
And you said "I'm not finished yet!"
Kal, you say that there's no chance,
Are you sure that you're not from France?
I'm sure that you smelt of their snails,
Garlic and frogs legs leave slimy trails.
Hostile, 'tis time that you see,
What is truly happening to thee,
You're more weird and oddball,
As you bounce down the hall,
A straight-jacket man, you'll agree.
It's really funny Mastermind,
That in your daily work and grind,
You don't go crazy and kill some more,
Hell, I would, just like before.
'Tis no reason for genocide,
Like working always with cyanide,
All the hordes of hell have no chance,
When you unbelt and drop your pants.
Hostile and Koma, you two are such fun.
You make me wish that I had a gun,
Just so I could come and blow out your head,
And do the world a favour, kill you both instead,
Of leaving you both to be as a pox,
On forums and threads, like this one, that rocks!
Setting the bar low you may be,
But no-one can be as low down as me,
I can go to the floor,
And then some more,
So I can deliver my plea.
Please don't stop with the rhyme,
Without it I can't waste my time,
On flaming everyone here,
But making it look in good cheer.
Have fun with all of that people.