You slimy fella, Bet your pike made outta jello Run away, before your pants turn yellow You're acting tough, I know inside you're mellow
You can call me Othello You can call me Donatello Keep that hi to yourself I'm gonna stick with the hello Yeah, now move aside Before I push you to the side. Pull out a pistol, then throw you in the mud Shootin at you, but its a dud Compared to me, you're just a cow herd But Hamster-sama, you're just a piece of turd.
What a thing to say for somebody dead Shoot me with a pistol? I'll shoot you back in the head Splatter all your Slime all over the wall and ceiling Make everybody cry, as the scrub and clean it You call me cow herd, or so I heard? I am a crowned lord, you rhyme worse than a bot Or did that touch a painful spot No matter, don't care, I already made the shot I rhymes so hot My verses make you drown in tears and snot Was that a snort I heard? Well that just hurt To be looked down upon by such an idiot I'm going to sleep.
you'll get baked by the water vapor coming from it one steamed bobasis ready to serve, no seasonings added