Yo Ace, man boii, I wanted to write a nice poem for you and to have fun with rhyming stuff again.
My rap is on fleek, your rhymes are too weak
No cap, you freak, your life's a losing streak
Wished your dad had learnt his pull out game
But too bad, Kentuckian pigs have terrible aim
The moment ace's mom saw her own son,
Her palm went straight for the shotgun
Alas, even god's son cannot see any worth,
Right after his 'stillbirth', he'd yeeted him back to earth
Though he grew up, his road was only down
Always the runner up, to be the worst in town
Fully grownup, never cleaned his microwave
Yup, yup, thought of this craven act as brave
With all this shame, why name yourself Ace?
Oh I know why, you're such an Ace,
An Ace in defacing the human race.
Ha, you couldn't even save face
During that little self imposed contest with Dark
Never knew how hard pigs could bark
Without leaving a dent nor greasy mark
On his laptop or other writing tool
The writing would sure win an A mark
In fucking pre school
Even me, the vilest Dutch would throw him in a ditch
Would kick him in the shin if he dared to twitch
For once try to be cool, so jump and sink in the pool
Oh that would be too cruel
That fat would make you float :(
Like a giant blubber boat
Well then for once be no fool
Go drown in your own drool