Lullaby Slam

Lullaby Slam Chris boy you wanna be the man. You must like getting your lights punched in You are lucky I am your greatest fan Anyways, 30-year-old poet baby. I will take it easy on your first spam slam This occurs with a warning, burning Canadian bacon Let's take this down to MY Dr. Seuss level I will draw our first run as sweet as I can I'd hate to see you crapping like a child Reading, yes man PD I can I was going to slam you where it hurt, after reading all your dirty dirt. Every mother knows how to take a baby out Give it warm milk, to tap his ass to sleep Alternatively, I will milk my way into your dreams Making you scream Here's a Lullaby slam to pass you out I could provoke a military round But what fun would that be to bring you down This will not get any justice, from your disgrace This lullaby slam is to knock you unconscious For yippee yapping, in my face Slamming you crazy * does not sound right Are you really bored, you keep me up all night You require me to put my P.D. Mask back on Perhaps tomorrow I will slam you till the night is gone At this point, time and moment I will only sting like a bee To see if you come after me You might have seen this one before With the pleasure of making you crawl For more I will remain here in the soup Waiting for you to join in I will wait to see your next move Hopefully, I do not suffer from waiting long Chris-baby tomorrow is another day. Before I depart, I left you a bottle of warm milk On this page, for you to drink before you read Nite, Nite! Nice baby! (FUN)