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Inquisitor95
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It's been a long time since I've written any parodies, other than a few lines here and there. I've been lacking time and inspiration. But thanks to certain posters in a certain thread, I've found inspiration. And once I got going, it was like it wrote itself in no time. So without further ado, I present to you my latest creation.
You’re a lame one, Mr. Wentz
You're really athletic kitsch
You’re as fragile as a flower
You’re as brittle as a bitch, Mr. Wentz...
You’re a pair of moldy underwear with a painful rectal itch
You disappoint us, Mr. Wentz
You’re running out of tricks
Your hair is way too ginger
Your legs are like two sticks, Mr. Wentz...
I wouldn’t draft you if I had thirty-nine and a half first-round picks
You’re a quitter, Mr. Wentz
You give your fans such grief
You have the testicular fortitude of a transgender Ryan Leaf, Mr. Wentz...
Given the choice between the two of you...
I’d take the transgender Ryan Leaf
You’re a frail one, Mr. Wentz
Your knee is mangled junk
Your arm is flimsy rubber
Your mind is in a funk, Mr. Wentz...
The three words that now best describe Eagles fans
Are as follows and I quote...
“Drink, drank, drunk!”
You’re a weakling, Mr. Wentz
You’re the king of worthless stats
Your team’s a wasted trainwreck full of whiny spoiled brats, Mr. Wentz...
Your fan base is an appalling dump heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
And did I mention...phenomenal asshats
You nauseate me, Mr. Wentz
With a Philly Special stench
You make viewers switch to soccer
And should’ve long been on the bench, Mr. Wentz...
You’re a limburger cheesesteak and shit sandwich...with extra-weak sauce!
You’re a lame one, Mr. Wentz
You're really athletic kitsch
You’re as fragile as a flower
You’re as brittle as a bitch, Mr. Wentz...
You’re a pair of moldy underwear with a painful rectal itch
You disappoint us, Mr. Wentz
You’re running out of tricks
Your hair is way too ginger
Your legs are like two sticks, Mr. Wentz...
I wouldn’t draft you if I had thirty-nine and a half first-round picks
You’re a quitter, Mr. Wentz
You give your fans such grief
You have the testicular fortitude of a transgender Ryan Leaf, Mr. Wentz...
Given the choice between the two of you...
I’d take the transgender Ryan Leaf
You’re a frail one, Mr. Wentz
Your knee is mangled junk
Your arm is flimsy rubber
Your mind is in a funk, Mr. Wentz...
The three words that now best describe Eagles fans
Are as follows and I quote...
“Drink, drank, drunk!”
You’re a weakling, Mr. Wentz
You’re the king of worthless stats
Your team’s a wasted trainwreck full of whiny spoiled brats, Mr. Wentz...
Your fan base is an appalling dump heap,
Overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
And did I mention...phenomenal asshats
You nauseate me, Mr. Wentz
With a Philly Special stench
You make viewers switch to soccer
And should’ve long been on the bench, Mr. Wentz...
You’re a limburger cheesesteak and shit sandwich...with extra-weak sauce!