No.17
Hey there Iɑn Dutɾa
It sounds like you're not feeling ultra
How about I send you a pizza
Don't worry, I won't pay with a Visa
How'd I know where you live?
It's given to me by a friend named Prokop
He got it when you were slobbing at the laptop
What's with that name, Scar?
I know you can't run that far
Why the name, you know you're not Wolf Haley
You just keep lying to us on the daily
Everyday on your DMs, chatting with Lorenzo
Fat as fuck, you look like Tony Soprano
Stole the shemmy, just like a Jew
Honestly, I can't blame you
You're both a kike and a spic
Just know, you got the wrong guy to pick
Prokop there, laughing his ass off
While all you do is eat and cough
How's life there, back in Eugene?
I know you like to say how much Lorenzo is your queen
Your site, it's a decomposing dead nigger
How much you wanna wager
That it's gonna shut down
I swear it will, right before the pizza is gonna reach your town
Fucked up the servers, I can't believe it
How did you manage to achieve it
Killed the shemmy with retarded drama
All while you were wearing a pajama
Fat slob, can't stop thinking about cream soda
Drank so much you started looking like Yoda