I will make you suffer
A great joy I will feel like no other
I will kill your children and wife
All before I painfully end your life
I actually wish to see you cry
Beg for forgiveness, while I cut out your eye
You're so low you make me sick
You're mind probably smaller than your dick
Completely oblivious to my thoughts
You'll never untie those knots
Scream at the top of your lungs
Cry like an infant being hung
Regret the things you said
Too late because you'll be dead.
