I do not own Yu-gi-oh!
Yo yugi!
Bacora called you dooky.
I straighten him out.
without a doubt.
he's gay as can be.
as you can see.
when I fought him, he chocked up.
I bent him like a cup.
he had to be hospitalized.
"What! He wasn't dead?!" I realized.
I thought he was going to be own his death bed.
lying there, telling his peeps he was dead.
like I said yugi, he's a piece of shit.
he gonna fall to the bottom of the pit.
there he goes down, down, down to hell he go.
don't blame it on me, hell no.
I had to beat that motherfucker.
he wasn't going to be nothing with that attitude, maybe a damn trucker.
Why oh why did it have to be this way?
You could of been our horse saying nay.
You just had to turn gay.
You could of been our homie.
But now you goin with someone named Tony.
I could of taught you how to be a man.
Now look at you, damn!
You are so ugly.
No one would think your cuddly.
Did your mom know?
Or did she just say so?
I heard your father didn't like it.
He didn't like it one bit.
You act like you can sing.
Like you was the singing king.
Well I'll tell you one thing,
you can't sing.
Get out of here with your fake ass millennium bling, bling
you ain't even got no tight cell ring.
You walk around wit your tight ass jeans.
Haven't you put to thought that you causin scenes?
I used to think you was better than that.
You ain't nothing but a pussy cat.
You're a little scared school girl.
Fear has got you in a twirl.
You think I like you.
Girl! Get out of here and get a hairdo.
Yugi was tell in me when you wasn't straight.
I had to beat you up, u was my bait.
Author's Note:
Flames are alowed, but I don't care what you think. Because this is my first and only poem for Yu-gi-oh!
I actually like Bacura, but I just wanted to see how you guys would take it, if I wrote
he was gay.
Yo yugi!
Bacora called you dooky.
I straighten him out.
without a doubt.
he's gay as can be.
as you can see.
when I fought him, he chocked up.
I bent him like a cup.
he had to be hospitalized.
"What! He wasn't dead?!" I realized.
I thought he was going to be own his death bed.
lying there, telling his peeps he was dead.
like I said yugi, he's a piece of shit.
he gonna fall to the bottom of the pit.
there he goes down, down, down to hell he go.
don't blame it on me, hell no.
I had to beat that motherfucker.
he wasn't going to be nothing with that attitude, maybe a damn trucker.
Why oh why did it have to be this way?
You could of been our horse saying nay.
You just had to turn gay.
You could of been our homie.
But now you goin with someone named Tony.
I could of taught you how to be a man.
Now look at you, damn!
You are so ugly.
No one would think your cuddly.
Did your mom know?
Or did she just say so?
I heard your father didn't like it.
He didn't like it one bit.
You act like you can sing.
Like you was the singing king.
Well I'll tell you one thing,
you can't sing.
Get out of here with your fake ass millennium bling, bling
you ain't even got no tight cell ring.
You walk around wit your tight ass jeans.
Haven't you put to thought that you causin scenes?
I used to think you was better than that.
You ain't nothing but a pussy cat.
You're a little scared school girl.
Fear has got you in a twirl.
You think I like you.
Girl! Get out of here and get a hairdo.
Yugi was tell in me when you wasn't straight.
I had to beat you up, u was my bait.
Author's Note:
Flames are alowed, but I don't care what you think. Because this is my first and only poem for Yu-gi-oh!
I actually like Bacura, but I just wanted to see how you guys would take it, if I wrote
he was gay.