Nettles,
You love writing all your cute little words
But how’s it gonna feel when you get served
That poem you dished out was kinda sweet
But sit down country boy, its time to eat
Here’s an assignment, go write a composition
I’m a split you like nuclear fission
If you eva wanna end these disputes
Stop posing like a cowboy in those ugly boots
Hey 1950 called and wants that greasy hair back
I’m gonna slam all over you just like shaq
Your sloppy writing skills just made me react
Mix up my chemicals and you’ll get smacked
Let me spell it out on the periodic table
Wimpunium would by your label
Can you handle the rhymes, I’ll go slow
I’m drowning you in H two Ohhhhh
Your mommy can wipe away that tear
No one messes with her little Shakespeare
There once a boy named Nettles
Every night he wettled his beddle
He dreamed of playing the guitar
Singing at bars, becoming a big star
Then I smoked him like a cigar
Even though I might be the slimmest
Now you know not to battle the chemist
I guess you should get back to work
Cause we all know the winner is Mr Kirk










