At dinner with the record co.
A gentleman should not cry, `Yo!'
Upon being asked to pass the salt
But if by chance he finds a fault
With rival's braggadocio
He never says, `You fat Mo Fo.
You diss me and I'll f*** your ho.'
Instead he asks, `Is that the time?
Excuse me but I'll have to go.'
For having reached a small impasse
It's gauche to shout, `I'll whip yo ass!'
So parry with, `Oh come now, sir.
A valid point. I must demur.'
He then avoids a slanging match
By saying, `My Uzi's slipped its catch
And though this will seem declasse
Reluctant as I am, I may
Be forced to blow your face away.'
If remonstration cuts no ice
A small incendiary device
Placed somewhere ... say, inside a car
Of some ill-mannered gangsta star
Resolves a dispute in a trice.
Discretion though is my advice
So detonate it while they serve
Your fellow diners with hors-d'oeuvres.