He wants to be rich and famous
But he’s sick and heinous
Everything he spits is shameless
Crowd of twitchin’ faces like they sniffed an anus

Critics question his heart on his quest for breasts and cars
Only setting the bar for people vexed with his art
They reject his bars of sex and farts
The dejected bard’s flesh is scarred from his repertoire

Each verse that’s crafted disturbs the masses
A perv that’s classless deserves his ass kicked

If he cherishes his life
He’ll wear a disguise if he dares sharing his rhymes
© BuddyDButtmunch