Ode to Sketch Brah...
You be the O-riginal jizzem bibbems king
Who new you'd precursor a ride around the lake with fucking.
Grabbed some coffee on Willy at the Ground Zero,
And the stain on your shorts caught the attention of some fat yuppy hoe.
All around the lake the stain did maintain.
As the repeating of the term "jizzem bibbems" drove me insane.
In the weaving of your lycra swam your little guys.
But try as you might a stain like that could not be diguised.
Now I am like you which leaves my proverbial teeth kicked-in.
The only real difference being most of my stains are now self inflicted.
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