(Mc Muffin Valiantly Snatches one of the drinks from Mc T, finishes it in one drink, picks up the mic)

Aight, McT you think you are tough?
Let’s see who’s really got the stuff.

McT don’t mean nothing to me,
as I ride on a sea of these Double D’s,
He’s left, squeaky clean, needing to ween

on the horrible lyrics.
And while he fixes his broken spirit,
I got a thing to say, get ready to hear it.

The ladies wanna get in my drawers.
Whether or not they on menopause
and while I’m dirtier than all six “Saws”,
I don’t succumb to petty wars.

So, McT, get away from me, dude.
To quote Mr. T, I pity you, foo.

(Gracefully throws the mic to McT, who is crying because Mc Muffin just rocked the house)