I type against my better judgement, I'm feeling ashamed/
Like I'm the world's fastest man, at the Paralympic Games,/
Who wins the race laughing and taunting the lame,/
Pushes handi-dudes over and revels in fame./
Fuck "everybody wins", I take the medal and bounce/
Cuz normal people know it's only winning that counts./
Not to worry though, I'll make him happy and all/
Here's some brand new Crayolas and a big white wall./
I just might fall/ to Hell for making fun of his defects/
Plus it seems he's threatening to come after me next/
Talking tough like he's sliced a thousand emcees' necks/
It's hard to feel pain though when all I can see's text/
I crack up at 'net thugs who murder in writing/
While each word I type sends you further in hiding/
Not for fear of pain, but of being straight clowned on/
Watch his eyes folks... yep! Water works now on....