My rhymes flow like a river, yours drizzle past.
You can't fight fire with fizzled $park$.
What's wrong? U Mad from your PMS pain,
Or your pathetic ass graphics from MS Paint?
I'm not MAD but I pack bags of magazines,
To spray up in your faggot ass in packs of threes.
So come on and run puns past this fast noobie,
Before he smokes you like a dope in a doobie.