"El' has no honor (above his own poor nature)
a small case of bellicose, still looking for a stronger
dose...he belittles those around him since he's sooo
strong; albeit my reach has his nose bent a furlong, his
arms bruised and battered, his teeth flat and clattered,
his eyes raccooned, his stomach ballooned, his shoulder's
fairly quaking, while his little knees are shaking. With
a pound to his skull top, his phallanges will be cracked
up, and in between his spine will be sprung like a hippopotamus
breaking, rung after rung, down a ladder to the nadir
of his elixir.
O 'El' you are so keen, an unnatural dream, you abase
your minute morals, with your insipid quarrels; no sting
from their points, since youze got nothing left to contuse, you go after everyone as a bully, with no sense of direction.
Cool man menthol your Newports are like you sport, a genetic anomaly (not reflected on your family), but you are sooo
kool you're not, most women see that you're only
in it for self, you don't even have a pelf.

Your grip is like an effete snob, ham-handed and hobnobbed.
You can't relate much since players don't have
the right stuff!