Don't make fun of me for stooping to their level of wannabe-rapper-esque crap, but I figured since I'm wearing a pink shirt, I might as well bring my level of raging homosexuality for myself to an all-time high.

Stop with the rhymes you queer little bitch,
Your flee-like spits are giving me an itch,
It's useless to battle, you ain't gonna win,
I'll slap you around like a killer whale's fin,
It'll hurt like a bitch, but you ain't much more,
You're weak little snippits are making me snore,
That's all I've got, so now I'll quit,
The tirade's over, so close this shit.