Pneumo’ultra-microvolcano-whitno,

Hingin’ ma neb in a wheeze o’ slo-mo,

Flocci-whatever, cannae be bothered,

That word’s sae lang, ma brain jist smothered.

Supercali-fraggie-somethin-daft,

Try tae rhyme that when ye’re half-cut n’ aft.

Antidisi-aye-whit-now?

Ye’d need a doc tae even try tae vow.

Honorifibabbi... nae, stuff it!

I tried tae say it but ma mooth did puff it.

Hippopoto-monstro... shut it doon!

That word’s heavier than a midgie-ridden toon.

Awrite, here comes a verse in verbal tartan,

Syllables slammin' like bricks in a carton.

Electro-whit? Ma jaw just cracked,

Try sayin’ that sober — yer skull’ll get smacked.

Trichotillo-somethin’? Naw, nae again,

Ah’d rather lick a raw neep in the rain.

Chrononhoton... bro, that’s not a word,

Sounds like a sneeze from a drunk wee bird.

Sesquipedalian ceilidh in ma heid,

Words jumpin’ like haggis that’s no quite dead.

Gibberin’, jabberin’, pure verbal debris,

This is nae rap — it’s a linguistic disease.