Bent Outta Shape (Poem)

Your thumb is up your butt
Your foot is in your mouth

Your shit is on your plate
You’re all bent outta shape

Your head was on the floor
So I kicked it through the goal

Battle of the Title (Lyrics)

I’m not the one
You’re the one who’s gonna stick it to ya
I’m just the one who’s gonna
Wet it, set it, get it through ya

The Crying Room (Poem)

There is no crying at the big kid table If you wanna act like a weeny whiny woo
You can go to the crying room