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Ham Sandwich He's a Ham Sandwich
Bulletproof goof behind his bandwidth
Ilya Krasik, a fool so faulty
Mr. Ham Sandwich, oh so salty
To babble, some useless comment
Holds a blanky, cranky and hyper
Highly fused, in a used diaper
Making threats he'd never back in person
Mrs. Krasik made a mistake on her makeshift abortion
Hes catty, gossipy, chatty
Hes a ham sandwich, very very fatty
Went to a book signing to grovel
Kasparov said piggy I'm not signing your novel
And Excerpt, expert rating coddle
So he talks murder with gerber and bottle
It's hard to play him cause of his looks
Embarassed when his snout, knocks over rooks
Put him in for Chris, he'll surely fail
Screaming oink oink with his curly tail
Such appeal to squeal in every blog
Go for a jog, you chubby muddy hog
Blames luck, like your holding a shamrock
Maybe you suck, you fat fuckin' hamhock
Oh baby Krasik, dropped on his head
First chess board, licked off all the lead
Oh baby Krasik, jolted and shaken
Wittle porkchop, sizzlin' bacon
Spit and dribble all over his bib
Time to put this toddler back in his crib
On ICC, I heard Krasik cheats
In his zip up pajamas, with plastic feet
He's homely, talks baloney
Half stepper, phony, Mr. Pepperoni
This Halloween I'll wear an Ilya disguise
Just to see the horror in everyone's eyes