I don’t rap,

So I’m not going to try.

Don’t mess with me,

Because I’ll give you a black eye.

Fucking with me is not advised,

Or is trying to be sly.

I watch TV too much,

But never Bill Nye the Science Guy.

People say they like my hair color,

But I would like to have it dyed.

Some times I find it hard,

I figure when it is appropriate to say hi.

My mom buys the groceries,

Which includes the infamous two ply.

I have been known to fib,

Even sometimes lie.

Well I’m tired of rhyming,

So I got to say bye.

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