Randolph the bunny pumper faggot, had some skinny 12" guns,
And if you ever saw them, you would think they'd break like crumbs
All of the other juice heads, used to laugh and call him gay
They never let skinny Randolph, curl at the cage on squat day
Then one foggy Xmas Eve, Bill Kazmeir came to say
"Randolph w/ your pussy guns, wont you just start eating tons"
Then how the juice heads loved him, as they shouted out w/ glee
Randolph, what you on boy? "nothin, just calories"

The moral of the story is to eat mo fo's