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Sweet Revenge I think it’s time I took a stand Put a stop to the misery I’ve suffered at your hands. You’ve pushed me too far and now you will learn The taste of sweet revenge, which you have earned. So here’s what I have in mind for you You’ll be less than human once I am through. Firstly, at your house, I’ll cut the wires Then on your car I’ll slash your tires Open the bonnet, replace oil with gravy This, for weeks, will be repeated daily. Your letterbox I’ll fill with porridge Only coz your antics have been truly horrid. I’ll tie you up to a chair in the garage A test, no doubt you’ll lose your courage Some might think that is inhumane, But you’re not the only one who can play this game. So I’ll cut off your fingers, one by one Post them to your father in a hot dog bun Next I will rid you of your balls And you penis, hurl them down the Niagara Falls By now you’ll be screaming, begging for mercy That’ll teach you for being a liar, cheap and dirty. I’ll serve up a dish of dog turds and parsnip Unbeknown to you, it’s flavoured with Arsenic Cut open your neck, pull out your vocal chords The silence that follows is my instant reward You may think we’re nearing the end But I’ve only just started, my dear friend. I’ll make you stick out your slimy tongue, Open your mouth and fill it with dung. Revenge, as they say is so very sweet A bucket of concrete, in go your feet You’ll be lowered into the River when I’m done On the slimy, rocky bottom is where you belong I do enjoy seeing you blighted Take a good look at this girl you slighted Your liver, bowels and kidneys dissected Was that a hint of repentance I detected? Next, take your heart and smash it with a rock Lay you down, place your head on the block As I bring down the cleaver I smile with glee; You should’ve known better than to mess with me
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