Some. People say my mind was a thick as that mud
That must have been true, this song was a dud
Song was a dud! God D*mn! It Blows!
My mind was weak!
Hope your stomach's strong

I got Sixteen Ones
Am I upset?
Gave me cold shoulder
And twenty death threats
Got beat up, eye's got raw meat
That kick was low
My balls met sole, and now I'm so sore

I was scorn, no warning, cause my puns didn't rhyme
And now I just grovel, didn't think that was crime
I loaded, Sixteen Ones, That wasn't my goal
My jaw dropped, said, "Digress A-Holes!"

That blows, Sixteen Ones, Thought it's no sweat
"Another lame poster" Let's make his seat wet
Grim Reaper; Might die bawling it's like death row
I sold my soul to these Amiright whores!!!

I forlorned next morning, For that quisling pain
Sightings of rubble were calling my name
I was making my brain ache, said "You ain't even tryin"
Another high-toned beating made my eyes go blind

Oh, No! Sixteen Ones, Another I met!
Pacing was perfect! I played that cassette!
Damn cheaters! Make score falling with that one blow
My fives were stole in Song Parody War

If you see me writing better get offline!
A lot of times didn't, a lot of times cried
My lyrics retired, I post them, I squeal
If my grammar ain't get ya, then mi speling wyll

Download, Sixteen Ones, What is this shite?!
Another kicked boulders the deepest one yet
Please Chucky, If you read these, dude, just say "Noooooo"
I know
These blo-o-ow
With the Amiright score.