You've proved that my mind is superior to all of yours combined. In fact, all of you combined can't even form a mind equivalent to a snail. Facts are useless to you and irrelevant.
You have Old-T
who's mind so full of rust
he can't form a complete thought
or it will bust
Then you have Yssup Rider
A special case you see
as he loves to ride
Ride that bick cock
far up his ass
Yelling Yippee ki-yay
and deeper and deeper
Timpage is a sight to see
with a cock in his mouth
and a hand on a pair of balls
he is unable to make a thought
that would make it past
a sentence or two
ExNYer couldn't make it there
nor did he leave voluntarily
Excommunicated his ass was to be
Out of New York it will be
Where is he to go?
Wandering the streets
through eternity
No place to call home
as wanted he will never be
CJ7 is a special case
unable to go past
the count of three
The reason for his namesake
to be no more than three
If by chance a word passed three
he will hope and pray
please oh please don't let it be