Caillou? Your name sounds like an Italian dish!
Like a poor farmer with wanting pasta noodles as a wish
Without the potatos though, thats not his niche
Like him owning a strip club, with another bish?

I don't know what to say to you, since we haven't met
But I can already tell you that you've lost to me to a bet
That we haven't already set, but don't let out a mess
Cause you ain't a threat, just another fet?

I forgot entirely what I was saying
And the whole reason why I made this verse
And I already didnt make the first two lines of this stanza a couplet
But I can make these last two rhyme like a puppet???????

-rep
doesn't 1v1 me because he knows he will lose and he's a spear chucking ♥♥♥♥♥♥

♥♥♥♥

mr.coockie grabs the balls of any body thats beter than him

Ur a gay ♥♥♥

ur mom doesnt count