Diggie Dee of the West

Introducing the man in the vest Diggie Dee of the West The man of tomorrow with a "S" Crested on his chest Here to rid the pest That infest, lest They're on his list. A man-made servant Who's still a virgin And locked in his room Scripting sacred text running through his head like fumes Shaking hands and beady eyes but he ain't on shrooms Growing rapidly His shit spit fast past the "T" A fool for school He drools words in an ill manner Illiterate sick fixed grammar That normal can't fathom The one and only Diggie Dee.