Oops you done said it, you spat some stupid shit Now I gotta ban you, and of course its gonna be a hit Hamatha likes to poem, so I guess I like when you fucks try To spit fat sympathy bullshit everywhere, go away and cry She is not curvy, shes a fat weeb in disguise A pig trying to be human, such evil lies I hope her ego burns to nothing but cinders Her curvy arguments knocked down to splinters And she stays alone for her few last winters.