Its that time of the night and we only get all the more creative.
This is how my conversation with my freind of the dejavuuu fame went, actually still going:

Your song is wrong... it not an intellectual poem of a bong ,you shall get hit by a dong, or placed in front of a gong, will u marry a mong?? go play ping pong... or break into a nice song.. or shall cast u into the fire with a tong.. but you are wrongggggggggggg

my song is right, i will show u light, i don’t have to catch any flight, but i might, so u understand my plight? or should i explain slight?
an soon it will be twilight but before that it will be bright
: will u come with me tonight?

No need to explain, coz am not yet insane.. I wish ya get picked up by a crane or thrown in a drain... your as tiny as a grain.. And u aint no Tarzans Jane... will ya marry d wwf wrestler Kane? or should u b left abandoned in a filthy lane. you’ll get to sleep on a rough horse's mane.. in everyone’s ass, your a pain.. u cud b slain.. oh I don’t mind d rain.. k now don’t b vain,,, coz your just gonna end up being the dirty stain....

You think that’s nice? IT’S like a fat mice, or disfigured dice, i see ur cries, to give u some rice, but u wont get any fries, until the potato dries, the cat pries and the child’s cries, but u get kicked thrice

make up your mind, if u don’t have, go find, or you'll get kicked in the hind, n job report, u cant bind, so be kind, n sing that grind,

meanwhile, this is pindra's contribution:
Oh I ll show u my lau
Lets make it a wow
To stay together for ever and now
oh maya Im gonna spank u pow!
Id like tyo shoe\w u yellow cows

HAIL!!! MIDNIGHT AND THE MADNESS IT BRINGS!!!