Well…I was just going to wait until the clock ran dry,

But you just don’t seem to get that you don’t know how to rhyme.

So I’m back with one last verse to put this lame dog to sleep.

I’m kicking a dead horse while keeping up with the bbumbeat.

First, my condolences for getting fired from your klan,

For being a bumsore little fabulous person that was making them look bad.

You’ve probably got some feelings that you’d like to convey,

But first, I’ve got a little more to say.

It’s okay for you to feel angry. So just cry.

I’ll be your shoulder to lean on ‘till your tears run dry.

We all need friends when we get **** on by the people we work for.

It’s a chore to get accepted, and then they kick you out the door.

They probably had their reasons. They probably had a few.

Like how you can’t pull your weight, and that you cry a lot too.

With hair like a Jew, you think you’re the head of the pack,

When in reality, you’re all alone in the back.

Waiting for the Fail Train, hear it coming, like CHOO CHOO,

For the ticket in your pocket that I just delivered to you.

We bid you bon voyage. Hope to see you next Fall.

But don’t call. We’ll all be busy posting **** on your stall.

Now, to all the true playaz, throw yo’ hands in the air.

I wanna give a big cheer for the loser who can’t bear,

Living with the fact that he got pwned by a noob,

Named Lament, who went and shattered his groove.

HOLLA ATCHA GURL MY fine upstanding member of societyZ