Only to you I seem disgraced,

But in truth, we can see the consequences you've faced,

Of course I'm already dead,

From those damn insults from your tiny head,

Your blade is made of a busted tea kettle,

because that's all your "rich" family could settle,

And yes, My head is empty,

of any rhymes that aren't Hefty,

Everything you've said,

Makes me just get out of my bed.