don't bite me little man
you wanna fight me, think you can?
i got a wicked battle plan
im gunna rock you like graphite,
f****n kryptonite
till you cant even s**t right
scratching stars into your eyes
and my teeth into your thighs
till your f****n goldfish cries
still wanna fight? think you got pride?
well i got magic on my side
all my weapons in disguise:
see theres a dragon in my pocket
s**t, even Gandolf couldn't stop it
i made that crone cry like a hobbit
and i just grinned, i'm a jester
sure as sin, you gon say " yessir"
while i crush your midget chest
between the iron of my breasts
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