That is one word, I just need two more
ok fine
Two
Yes
Girls
No
One Cup
OK, Fine,
Two Girls and one cup are Ok, As long as they dwell inside your, Vile Idaho Potato field, and Mind.
A girl here, One Cup, for the Other, And unforgivable Shame, For the Father, and Mother,
Yukon, or You Con,
You are a Degenerate French-Fry Faggot, A mealy Potato, with the mind, of a Bangers and Mash Maggot,
I blend you up into a Fine French Vichyssoise, Before Gargling you back, With a dry Italian glass of Shiraz,
You are dumb, you are a potato, and soon, you will be wolloped, and if I do it myself,
I'll see your Spud Scalloped!!!
Oh, is that all you got? I've seen a better roast When I was with your sister in the cot
You Kent compete with me Your talent is washed out to sea I throw away your poems Like napkins in the GMC
You don't like potatoes? The joke's on you! But it does make sense Since protein is hated by jews
My willpower is as rich as Yukon Gold You shouldn't go against me, Theodore You're just an old penny on the floor
You think that you will prevail? That must be the estrogen cocktail talking If you know what's good for you Then you should just bail!