I got game; it’s incredibly jank... I wanna hang with a ratchet; I’m jealous of Clank.
I’m in the fast lane sexting a skank, or feeling like Krang; I’m getting head in a tank.
For real, I just blew seventy francs on a bottle of cuvée genevieve blanc.
Plus I just got an ounce of the heaviest dank, and the same liquid acid that Zebedee drank.
So invested in tranqs, I’mma Lehman Brothers my memory banks.
Y’all got mummy issues, shoulda dressed with an ankh.
I’ve got a broad definition of ‘acceptable pranks’...
In the past they all said I was a pest and scamp;
I guess I had a few vices; I crushed heads with a clamp.
Forget private parts and a leisurely wank; I got Major parts, that’s my testicles’ rank.
Next rhyme: disregard