YO! HORUS! Gimme that torch over there Imma cut a hole in this hull. He's a cross dressin' faggot a maggot. Who cost' many dimes in our minds from givin' him directions to find his erection. This is serious. He's got no materials! He writes about Fags Aids and shite I'm not kiddin' that's a short list! He gets his dresses at K-Mart Thats why they fall apart. And remember people, even after all this we still don't know what his gender is! AND This guy's a fool in school He's flat, poems are wack! He goes way back past the jurassic. He should be throttled stuffed in a bottle and sent to a faraway land his style is canned! He's only got one style walked a short mile. His shit can't be sold 'cause he's pigeonholed himself, put him on a shelf. We should drop his poetic ass and send him back to class! SO They're Batman and Robin slobbin' and knobbin' Two blonde little girls hair all curled, holdin' hands lost in the world. They can't hold wives 'cause they wrote their lives. I've seen egos before they always find the back door. So don't patronize me or criticize me or play innocent with loaded questions about what I say on the C.B. And I never used the F-word so here's the bird! (mic feedback)