He was a pieromaniac.
Because Paracetamol on fire.
People got lit and turnt.
Cause they didn't have the Monet to get Degas to make the van Gogh.
Because you gotta catch Jamal
He was kneading a poo.
He kneaded the doe. (Doesn't work too well in text)
Put it in the oven till it's Bill Withers.
That's sweet, ain't it?"
Two pies to the face and one somewhere in a field in Pennsylvania.
