Neeks, why you such a freaks? You wont give me a tour of your house, because you're quiet as a mouse.
You've got a nice ass, but that doesnt give you a pass
to shag mr. moose, that slimy, little lass.
And Rudy, with his sexy stride, who i can confide
all the times i lied
when i said i loved neeks, righ'?!
So this is the end of my poem,
if you dont like it you can blow em'.
by them, i mean a knob,
cause that is considered socially degrading in some circles.
Peace out homes