Diss Tom

Tom, I don't know where to begin, but I know you won't let me in,

your friends list after this, as I descend into heartlessness, condescend

from your past mistress, Zoe Foster the bitch, easy to pick up and hitch,

threw her away made her land in a ditch, laughing because you Au-Tis-Tic,

trick hit by a brick at birth, thrown against the earth

 

by his dad who touches his ass individually, metaphysically

vindictively, indescribably incendiary, inflames Tom, but not in the good way,

his dad touches his ass then his boner won't go away.. speaking of his dad

he wears knee pads, knee pads to work, dude thats bad, he'd look like a jerk

fuck it I'm done, I can't be assed