That's true, you really came up with the design of a man,
You drew a picture of a guy you'd be excited to bang,
You said he was dreamy, might have a tan,
Like clandestine laboratory diazepam,
You drop to hip hop beats but write to Venga Boys,
If you knew the origins of the word 'ill' you'd probably get annoyed,
You'd see you're a pain in the arse, not cuz of all your extra noise,
But cuz it comes from the Sanskrit term for hemorrhoids,
It's swollen anal vein finesse, of course it fits,
Explains the reason you're so comfortable forcing shit,
I should've called you pilemon in that bar with Ash Ketchum,
Tell him he got bodied, he rears his head, "nah, I wrecked-em"