You flaming weenie bastard, you are so good at that
We'll stick your tiny little penis in a grinder
And then catch it in a vat
Then we'll sell it to your mom you see,
She'll cook it up for dinner
And you will all want some more to eat
Of this delicious roasted sinner.
I will grind the rest of your body off
Just as slowly as I can
With not a drop of anaesthesia,
You don't deserve it, man.
Your whole family will come over
And they all will eat you up
And they'll even ask for seconds
And have a royal supp.
For they all just think it's turkey
Which it is, when you think it through
Cos you are just such a jerky.
But we're 'bout to fix that too.
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pissed off