Once upon a time, on a rhyme, I took some time
Drew up some lines from the mind of a superior kind.

Kill Spree gets on his knees for free for a he, a little "heehehee"
flees from his receptacle that pleases men where they pee, he loves peepees.

Hitting shlongs like a bong, wrong, but for so long it's the same song
Spree is among throngs of men in thongs getting passed around like a pong.

What it do, it's the Stu with the brew, common cure for the flu
Spree gets a platoon of dudes nude, rude and crude but men ooze in his poon.

Hey faggot, put this rhyme up your pussy
Think about how alive this site could be

What kind of a fag gets mad and sad and hands out bans?
Not a man who understands how to keep his "wahhhs" in hand.

Now cue to the new tune, what're you gonna do
Boos when you lose, I'm Zeus on the booze

Drunk as fuck is the funk where I'm stuck
Laughing at this schmuck being a punk to get junk in his trunk

I intend to offend when I send this pen to un-zen the hen.
since before 2010 I said this little Jen has sex with men

Hard to face the distasteful case, this is basically rape
Dr Stu invades your safe space and lays waste to your lame games of escapes.

MLB fell, and then LLL? What the hell, it fell in a death knell
You little adele, you never quell, you're quaking in fear every time I ring the bell

Damn it, you're a faggot: why do you not understand it?
You killed rapbattles and you need to be reprimanded.

You came out of the closet, saw a shoe store and robbed it
Problems compounded, you're a bitch so you'll likely lock this.

Spartacus made your pussy cry tears of fear, your feminine side re-appeared.
But Dr. Stu is here to call you a failure who is queer.



Boom.