A lyrical loudmouth with little to say,
most things he utters don't rhyme anyway.
Blanking out half his words, self censorship
shows to us all how he's been pussywhipped,
by GMs and admins and their book of rules.
Our loved Irishman's simply a tool.
On top of that, he's a harsh, bloody drunk,
filling these fora with poetic junk.
Yet in the end we all love him dear,
for when he speaks, truly none of us fear
to be the party's biggest jerk,
so give him a beer, and set him back to work.
This man -- he's our one true ginga,
always talking trash like a...
Keep it real bro.
