I'm badder than brain matter
Thats been splattered in a pattern
Scraped of into batter
Baked and brought to those I'm after
Don't try to flatter With idle chatter
Or you'll hear the pitter patter
Of quiet feet on tile
And then the glass will shatter
You'll end up in a pasture
Looking as if a master
Of sureal art redrew you
Looking like one lonely bastard
My rhymes hit hard and faster
Than a third world disaster
Bringing to end a chapter
Of pleasure joy and laughter
Its like the rapture captured
By a dapper chap-where
Every fractions factored
Then engraved on a placard