This is called the:
Ode 2 Justin Timberlake
(AKA: Smacking him with cans of beans, yo dats whack...)
Justin: Yo don't be listenin' to dis bitch yo, this ain't true nor coo' she's just a whack, crazy ho....
Every since the day I saw him stroll into my view,
I knew that something drastic is what I had to do,
I could not have that poofy blond fro anywhere near my sight,
And those high piched shrill vocal chords waking me at night.
I could not stand the baby blue he wore or the benz he drove around,
I knew I had to get this prick way out of my poor town.
One day I felt that slimy hand of his find it's way up my skirt,
So I naturally turned around and kicked him where it would hurt.
He yelped "Yo dat's whack, bitch, we don't do shit like dat in da hood!"
I told him then that's where he should go and stay there for good.
He tried to molest me once again, and pulled me close to him,
But I wasn't going to let this snake touch me, and kneed him once again.
As he sank down and began crying there laying on the floor,
I wondered if this little homie wanna be needed hurt anymore,
I figured it was only right for his vain and cocky ways,
So I pummeled him while he was down, and then I went away.
So there he was lying on the floor, I guess he learned his lesson,
But since I never saw him again, I can only keep on guessin'.
But knowing him, he's still molesting girls, and lots of boys fast,
I only pray that one day the teenyboppers will catch up to him at last.
Justin: YO DAT BE SO WHACK! Dat ain't right yo! You be such a bitchin' ho, you know you want me, so why you gotta play it like dat girl, yo. And if it be a ode to my fly self why ain't it in baby blue yo?