There once was a boy from Nantucket,
who would rob and steal for them duckettes.

One day while ganking a purse,
he ended up on his back in a hearse.

Now Mama crys and wails at church,
while his boys pour 40's from where they perch.

Your reaction is slow,
eyes are without glow,
mind in a constant row.

No need to wallow,
that the hopes you follow,
are full of holes and hallow.

Some knowledge I'll bequeath,
so sigh some relief,
know that existence is brief.

To you I bequeath
a sigh of relief.
So take a seat,
cause I'm about to *****.

The vile gas in my ***,
would create a concussive blast.
Similar to the cast,
"Go Squirtle, Hydro Blast!"

Nature gives less a
**** plus
Natures got the nuts
and doesnt care to lust
while you hussle and fuss.

Imagine a condition,
labeled a tradition.
Men on a mission,
to slay those who dissin'.

Follow the formula right here in this old book,
you you might just be mistook,
for a fool with a mane
and a tongue with no old sayin'