yo, this is MC Kona up in dis piece, and I'd be much obliged to chill in da hoods wit yo, and maybe earn some skrillaz, yo.
yeah, whatever. I'll write some more. maybe now, maybe not now. hmm.

bekl
bekl
pudding and pie.
she stabbed all the boys and made them die.

bekl
bekl
roast beast on rye.
she'll stab you in the neck whenever you lie.

bekl
bekl
my oh my
this is the end of the poem so I'll say buh bye.

hmmm. nice. bye folks.
Kona

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 244 AF.