Go away, think-nil girl,
’ho for pay, clink-till girl,
There’s naught you know—that’s shown when you’re on view.
Your blowing-smoke quips are weak;
From your lips, a dreck-surge creek.
You’re bethronged by nutjobs who yell,
You sly slut for lu-
cre. Go away, clink-till girl,
Go away, wink-mill girl;
It’s hurting me more each minute that you preach-bray.
When you are cheering misfits,
I’m crusty bard of diss hits.
So, go away clink-till girl. . .
Screech, score then excessive pay.

Go away,
Please don’t bray. . .
River Dreck from your mouth.
When you are jeering, I diss.
It’s just too hard to resist.
So, go away bitchin’ girl. . .
Trawl-riches way, filchin’ girl.
Oh, please, go away trickin’ girl,
Cheap whore for excessive pay.
Go away.