Ginger Bread Man

Ginger Bread Man,
  I see through your noise
You wanna break hard
    Like you’s one of the boys
But you made of dough
     And you break in my hand
After two of Mike’s Hard Lemonades
    You can barely stand  
Your jokes are trite  
Your shoes is ratty
You about as refreshing
As a week old York Peppermint patty  
  
Women prefer chocolate chip
Step off and die
You ain’t equipped
To reply
To this here masterpiece
You deceased
Best recognize
Your lack of flavor
You the sort of thing that Starbucks patrons savor

Fuck you and your gingerbread house
It’s basic af
Ain’t nothin left
Some toddlers gobbled that shit down
Run yo ass outta cookie town

Imma fuck your gingerbread wife
Because I’m here to ruin
Your pitiful gingerbread life