2sDay is the alpha male, may I offer hell?,
I'm Lucifer's mail, decipher your tale, cause well,
You can tell, damn well, that your jail cell,
Is standing by for fresh meat, flesh to meet,
Greet, heat and eat, and to expand your defeat,
A lot more, tweet, I love to smell the very sweet,
Smell of Larry Pete's cheesy ball-sack, cuz I skeet,
When that greasy stack of joy hangs all night,
Finally I must say the boy bangs, does it feel right?,
Now your real uptight, now I love the healing sight,
Of a blushing kid, looking stupid, a great delight,
Project your ass to your basement, sitting silent,
Signing the Treaty of Ghent, So the horrible event,
Is prevented, well you went to hurt, my two cents,
Before I get your peace offer, just please suffer,
You'll be deceased when I receive it, bloody slaughter,
Body covered in rotting hot burns, well deserved for,
Being a little coward, that sent you to a hospital, showered,
With needles and nurses, cause of my evil curse, you heard,
Now, log in to twitter, and see what absurd debate you stirred,
line 13-17: The Treaty Of Ghent is a treaty between U.K and U.S that ended the War of 1812 but because of bad communication back then people were still killing each other when the signed the treaty. This is a reference to it.
