Oh
When I stick it in her ring
Shouting out like bingo
Likes getting jiggy
Not the type for a ring though
She’s got more holes than a ring donut
You can’t hurt me though
I’m colder than a frozen yoghurt
Throw hard, despite my frozen shoulder
Go hard, go the whole nine yards
Dark admissions in the missives
Hark to the hardest bard, got minions
Dog in the yard, not all bark
Rip you into pieces for a bad opinion
Skill increasing, my boxing spin you
I’ve been you, came through what I’ve been through
Whole place smells of bin juice
Block smells like a blocked bog
Flame you like a dry log
No dry run, go full hog.
Alchemisland 
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