Everyone thinks you're heavenly; that you fell from the sky
But I, personally, wish that you'd die
I wouldn't mind stabbing your heart
Or tearing your precious body apart
I'd love to see your blood spill out
Because then I'd prance and skip about
I'd probably keep your thumb as a keepsake
To remember that I killed you, you little fake!
Maybe I'd cut off your limbs, and hang you from a tree
You'd die from a loss of blood so blissfully
I want to take a fork, and jam it in your eye
I guess I don't care how it's done; I just want you to die!
Should I cut your head off and send it to your friend?
Or I could ship you to her in a box, and see how you could bend
Then again, I could chop you into little pieces, and make them eat you
I could make you eat your own flesh too...
So many options, but I can only do one
Oh Boy! I can't wait; this should be so much fun!
It's just too bad
That they'll be sad
But. I know that I shoudn't care what they think
All I know is that after seeing your tortured body they'll want to throw up
in a sink
I guess it's not to sane to be thinking these thoughts
But I can't help it if I hope your body rots
You've brought this on yourself you know
Because every day you reach an all time low
I hope you get it one day, and finally see
That you should never fuck with me