A Random Rhyme 8

You better shiver and quiver 'cause I'm about to make ya wither away.
Hell I'm even thinkin' about throwing you into the wood chipper.
I don't throw shade so I suggest you do the same.
But I know you're all about the blame game,
go ahead it don't matter.
I must warn you I want to shatter you,
shake you,
and rattle n' roll you.
Battle you,
Smack you with a paddle and make you babble and gurgle and slur your words.
Why you have to hassle me?,
followin' me around with a poison apple,
God you're making me wanna step on the gas pedal
then back this car up and ram you right into the bumper.
I can't stand you, you got more pep than a cheerleader,
you're like a beliber on coke.
I want to choke you,
poke your eyes out,
make you cry and shout, don't even try to pout.
You lookin' like you got the gout.
Yeah without a doubt you are a spazz,
yeah I'm all about that jazz,
Yeah damn right if you mess with me you'll get blasted.
I'll bless you then sin you,
I'm not an angel,
I'm not the devil, I'm just unknown.
Don't underestimate me,
discriminate against me
or even try to ridicule me.
Because Rocky's gonna put you back into your place.