Now, sparky. I appreciate all that you've done.
But this is not a game, and this won't be fun.
I'm not American, so I don't have a gun.
My lyrics are my bullets, so... you better run.

Now I realise that you stand no chance...
And I realise that you like to prance.
So, stop for a second, I'll advance.
Every day, you sit, looking in a trance.
Wishing that your dick would enhance.
Wishing that girls at first glance.
Would walk up to you and ask to dance.

So you could...
Give a rose to some bitch that you've seen.
A rose from your garden, bet your thumb's green.
Just keep planting flowers, I'll be flicking the bean.
My thumb is on her pussy, but my dicks in Jeanine.

You have never seen...
Anything this good.
I'll be riding tell my death,
but I ain't even from the hood.
All sparky really wants is a girl to touch his wood.
We know it will never happen, But he thinks it could.
Lets speed this up, and make this rap real good.

Sparky, How can you be so shit?
You better quit or get lit
cause I can spit
Better than your gran can knit.
A base ball mitt
Wait, that isn't it...
Stand back a bit..
and SIT.


Well, that was 2 minutes I could have spent doing something else.