When you're a West
And your name is Kanye
You are a wretched pest
That just won't go away

You're a true pest
But you've a true blue fan
That is an orange clown
With a short finger span

You make people groan
Whenever you've elected
To blather and drone
And nonsense you've inflected
The air's infected

You won't arrest
Your mouth and so you say
Things that are not the best
Like a donkey you bray
When you're that West
You are a pest

When you're a West
You're acting like a clown
We wish all of your din
You would shut it right down

You're such a pest
That you are offputtin'
Taylor Swift is no fan
After you butted in

Wish you would see clear
To take this route and quicken
To get out of here
And around don't be stickin'
Because you sicken

When you're a West
In your head you ain't well
Why would anyone pay
To hear your crazy yells?
You are pest
That cannot be denied
Your work has little worth
You take fans for a ride

So tired of your whines
If only we were ridden
Of your songs' lame lines
So now by us you're bidden
To keep them hidden

Your Mrs. West
Also isn't a treat
She has got a big chest
But a much bigger seat

You're both trolls
We all
Wish you'd
Beat retreat