Let me read you a poem I wanted to write
About the troll and the love of her life
yet the one that she likes leaves her dreams
cut like a knife, I call it Ghosted Under the Light
Now I'm sorry to mention the topic
but I can't help but feel it's ironic
You'd think you'd find peace with the skeletons in your closet
After all those days locked in it?
Your Jekyll-Hyde joke is so mild
Mixеd up at birth but can't mix up your style
I can't bear your creepy plots
You get a cold and thеn turn into a hormonal Sweeney Todd
You fill your novels with your smut on every page
The only real 'tales' you know are from your braids
Stop acting slick, you're a closed-minded coward
Think you got flow?
Miss, you don't even shower

Save me the tears
All you do is whine
No wonder your back hurts so much
Someone must've took out your spine
In your Teletubbie Club, you're the most unbearably clingy
No one wants to share a weekend in the bin with Kinky Winky!
Let's add genocide into the beat
Crushing Monika's pawns like it's Udg
What a basic bitch, I'm shocked you got beat
Like what character is left in your files to delete?
When it comes to my racier tastes, I'm not shy
But they must call you Yuri 'cause you can't land a guy
Lines so flat like the Doki Doki in your heart stopped
In the courtroom, you'll be another portrait to mark off
I look at what I want, and I always get it
You stutter a single sentence and you instantly regret it
I bet you were taking pointers on the verse I spew
You're sinking low in shame
Got the Bookworm's Eye View
You'll be looking like your banners when you're chopped through
'Cause scissors beat the paper you get your rocks off to!
You know I'm shredding through your fancy little letters
Now get that pen outside of you, and write me something better!

Let me read you a poem I wanted to write
About a ugly hag who's fucking despised
By her parents, her class, everyone in her life
If you killed yourself now, nobody would cry!
Grew close to your man then in case
He went out his way to frame you
Then only your picture remained in your bad ending, play through
And he went out his way to frame you
I made my man lose my mind with the love in his heart
You made a boy lose a bet with how ugly you are
Open your third eye, foureyes, yapping 'bout code
When your reality, Sho, is a reality show
And I bet your count of kills mostly scarred you
Go carve a tally with your friendship with Komaru
I'm gently closing the door on your little love story
Try not to hung up on your rejection, Syo-ri!

Take those piss poor flows and find more poems to pee on!
You leave a bathroom worse off than Leon!
You should show me the party moves you got in store
'Cause, girl, once the beat dropped, you hit the club floor
Monika altered your ego, killing your game
You were left as a minor annoyance
Your depressive obsession was still just in vain
But it wasn't entirely pointless!