roast poem

You built like Shrek, swamp-ass breath, Skin all green, straight smellin' like death. It looks like your face got jumped by meth Life said Game Over ain't nothin' left." You shaped like Gru, big nose, no neck, Walk like a troll, just built incorrect. Even your shadow said Nah eject Your whole damn aura just screams neglect." You goofy like Sid, teeth all spaced, Lookin’ like you lost a fight with your face. A glitch in the womb, straight outta place, Doctors took one look, said, "What a disgrace"