ChefChiTown
The secret ingredient? MY BALLS
that was gay and i'm straight leave me alone
go somewhere else to find a date
your kind of fake go stand behind a plate
so when i break your face you anorexic
face you cant say you didnt have nothing to eat
and i say your a sore loser
people are suppose to get smarter not more stupider.
sell Uranus to that whore Jupiter
your rotten a dumb ass
hold your tongue back
because after you bust a nut You Might not want it cum splashed
i thought i told you you gotta be bright
but with a odd fellow like you i could be wrong
but more then likely i'm probably right, ass muncher
You think I'm anorexic, but like my rhymes, I'm kinda fat
You could say I got a spare tire, but that's just in case I get a flat
Flat like your mother, that bitch ain't got no titties
But boy that bitch can blow, that's why it's called the Windy City
What was that, Mrs. Middlefinger? Your son is a big fat twat?
He can't come up with better rhymes, that's really the best shit he's got?
If you haven't noticed, your moms is by my side
Hold on, let me whip out my dick so she can have something to ride
DAAAAAMN, look at her go! She's got an engine like a freight
I'd better not cum inside of her or next month she might be late
Then you'll have a little brother that would also be my son
Then I'd also be your daddy, but God damn, wouldn't that'd be fun?