Double Bananah Split

This Ones For Damija

So Damija wanted a poem
About sticky bombs
Here it is
Can I have my money now

Jacksecret has a lil' secret

Oh Jacksecret, that fat jerk
Mouthing off at every kill
Sending messages at his will
Until one day he crossed the line

He called , mwah, a pathetic n00b
But he got more than he bargained for
The pus-filled, gut ridden pore!
So I took ma shovel and I digged his grave

I beat the crap out of him
And told him wrong
But he still let out his jerky song
So I... put him to rest

With a flash of messages and domination desires
I destroyed his so called 'skills' and kill him twice
He left to cry to his mummy, or to fuck Captain Price
That faggot named Jacksecret