ZOINKS, gang! I think I just spotted an encore,

From the man with the plan to **** with Chawin some more.

Because I can’t get enough of this fabulous person bashing fun.

I’ll pbum gas from my bum past his teeth and his gums.

Look out stomach, ‘cuz here comes yesterday’s meal.

And I feel full of zeal, ‘cuz I’ve got you under my heel.

I’ll crush your head like a melon with my size thirteen.

Inbetween insulting you and winning this e-Peen.

Now, I can stay awake all night, ‘ya dig?

I’m reppin’ the T-A-M, like in my sig.

Sippin’ tequila like it was fine white wine,

And smokin’ that chron herb ‘til the cherry dies.

Small fry, you slowpoke. You’re nothing but a joke.

Maybe you should euthanize yourself with a strong rope.

Or take a nice long walk off a nice short dock,

Take a rock to your noggin like KNOCK KNOCK.

I’m locked into position like B-52.

Gumshoe, try to solve this riddle I’m presenting to you.

‘I like to suck male reproductive organ, and I have no chance to win.’

Are you stumped, Forrest Gump? It’s you, Chawin.