Too my bruthur

Aaaron, aron,
wat a gie.
He Slymes around,
But duzent come down.
Hiz bole is so big,
it rilly is.
I Think heze neet,
but I am won to. 

erin, Aeron,
yu maik mie day,
I wish you wood
bloe appart evryday.
Yu big fat stud,
you ar soe grate.
I'd like to slam you
with a plait. 

So, eet those things,
wut my brings.
I, hope, I hoap, I  hope.

So, Arrin , My KAt I giv too you,
dont make it into that yummy stew; 

Now im dun, no mor lines, aron, that guy, all of the times.