this goes out to the B (bully) boy who didn't win....

 

let me express it like this:

you're someone who loves to diss,

a smart arse who takes the piss,

I'm here to tell you, you can kiss

my arse 'cos you're full of shit,

and I intend to highlight it

by calling you a nasty git, a

raging, jumped-up, pompous tit

who likes to throw his weight around,

with verbal weapons that aim to hound

people you'd see gagged and bound -

but the game's up, you've been found

out, you've walked into a trap,

and now you deserve a slap,

for spouting vitriolic crap, so

take the shame and take the rap.

I've cracked bigger nuts than you,

the anger you've got, I've got too,

so, here's what I suggest you do:

keep your beef for making stew.

want redemption? here's your chance

put some tunes on, start to dance,

shake that shit out of your pants, 'cos

we don't want your smart-arsed rants.