Ok. Here it goes.
ShmexySheep? Try UglySheep.
Worth nothin' more than Roast Beef.
ShmexySheep? More like ugly,
Forget ugly, try fugly.
1. Set oven to 300° Celcius.
What's wrong, bud? Too scared for this?
Your first helper application was a hit and miss.
You just got helper, like, yesterday,
and look at all the false bans you've already gave.
You live in a cave.
Can't afford to buy a house on a street can't buy food to eat.
So you ate your sister, wait, Mister, pretty sure that's a jailable offence,
Wait! Here's my defense! She was taste-y.
You goin' to jail, you're gonna get rammed.
(As in like, Male sheep, dirty mind, caught red hand-ed.)
You play Happy for like, 12 hours a day!
You got no life, got anything to say?
"Wel-"- No. You don't get words.
Go play SG with your little helper Nerds.
I'm talkin' about Muffin, Dark and Insane.
You still won't win cause ye got no brain!
You only got accepted cause you're friends with Smoke,
"Actuall-" Don't answer me back, you tryna provoke.. me?
Listen boy, lemme tell you the truth,
You're an ugly farm animal with like, half a tooth.
You can't build for your life, you got denied like twice,
Now you have to settle with helper with no life.
You'll never get mod, it was a fluke you got staff,
Your hack detection skills are a gosh darn laugh.
You'll warn any player for the slightest of things,
But you'll spam the chat whilst you sing:
Jacob Sartorious - Sweatshirt - Like what the heck dude?!
Now you've really put me in a mood.
This time two days ago you were a sad little tribute.
Roleplaying on creative, with nothing to contribute-
To the community, but now look at you.
Chattin' with Pandano and your little staff crew.
Why do you even play? You've got nothing to offer,
Why do you bother? You're off your rocker.
Hold on, guess what I'm having for dinner.
Homemade Lamb Stew.