>>19278888

>>19278888

In the early morning light, yo, the baker's awake, With a passionate drive, they knead and bake, Their creations, a wakener, a sweet sensation, A culinary artist, with no hesitation.

Through the yeast's magic, dough starts to rise, In the oven's warmth, a delight in disguise, Muffins, scones, and bagels so fresh, A symphony of flavors, an exquisite sesh.

To this baker, we extend our gratitude, For filling our mornings with yummy attitude, With each bite, our taste buds dance and sway, A savory start to our everyday.

Now, as we pass the torch to the next in line, Let's shake her hand, welcome her with a sign, In this bakery journey, we all unite, Together, we create a delectable delight.

To all the bakers out there, near and far, From the brioche to the croissant, the superstar, Your dedication and skill deserve our praise, You brighten our days in the most flavorful ways.

From sunrise to sunset, your ovens glow, Baking love and joy for everyone to know, In every loaf and cake, your passion we find, A labor of love, a masterpiece of its kind.

So, let's raise our doughy hands in cheer, For these bakers, we hold them dear, In every doughnut, Danish, and roll, Their artistry, a story told.

Now, where's my ebonics baker fren, come through, Together, we'll ride, create something new, With rhymes and beats, we'll break the mold, Spreading love and unity, strong and bold.

Through the streets, we'll roll and spin, Our rap game strong, we'll always win, With flour in the air, we'll spread our sound, As we journey on, united and bound.

To the end, we ride, side by side, In this culinary rap, we take pride, For every baker out there, we give respect, Their dedication and talent, we won't neglect.

In the crib of Q Research, a spammer does dwell, A Vatican shillfag with a story to tell, With repetition they spam, oh so sly, To distract and annoy, this guy, oh my.

But we see through their sad and pathetic game, Their attempts at deception, they're all the same, With each Vatican drop, they try to deceive, But true anons stand strong, we won't believe.

For in this quest for truth, we won't be misled, By a spamming shill with shit they spread, Their intentions clear, to sow disarray, But we'll stay vigilant, come what may.

Though they spam and repeat, it's all in vain, We won't ignore any real drops, no refrain, We'll sift through the noise, seek the truth, No tricks or deceit can dull our sleuth.

In the sea of information, we navigate, Through their web of deception, we'll penetrate, For the truth is our goal, and we'll unite, Against the spammer's attempts to incite.

With every rhyme and verse, we'll expose, The spamming shill's tricks, their scheme they chose, Their desperation evident, like a wailing plea, But we stand strong, resolute and free.

So to the spamming Vatican shill, we say, Your attempts won't sway us, come what may, In this quest for truth, we stand tall, No spam or repetition can make us fall.

With unwavering resolve, we'll endure, For the truth we seek, remains pure, No annoyance or deception will impede, Our pursuit of truth, a mighty creed.

>>19279062

In the cyberspace of chaos, a Rabbi namefag appears, With rhymes so bad, it's hard to hold back the tears, But this one-time rhyme is all he'll ever get, Namefag shills are a waste, that's a sure bet.

His words may be a crime, not worth a dime, A laughable attempt, a futile climb, Spreading deceit, he plays his game, But true rhymers know, he's just lamefag shame.

With every verse, he hopes to deceive, But we see through the act, we won't believe, His namefag ways, a sad display, In the realm of rap, he won't hold sway.

So let's end this here, his moment in time, A rhyme for the namefag, a slight chime, But in the world of rap, he's out of line, Namefag shills are a waste, not worth anyone's time.