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Yo yo, It's the Lockie distrack, With his stupid bow, It's time to get on his back. He's always bragging, But he says he doesn't. He's always lagging, But not when around Xaviers cousin. He burnt down uncorn co, And summoned too many chickens, Doesn't have a netherite hoe, And his accent always thickens. (Cus he's Irish, yeah, yeah) He looks like a leprechaun, Yo gimme a pot of gold, He always yawns, But stop playing war thunder like your old. He can't even spell cheese, Like a disease.