How's about you flip under your somersault.
Go go go go go don't sleep now don't eat now.
How happy would you be with your very own brown cow?
Do you like milk now?
Chocolate or silk now?
Tightrope or stilts now?
Granted, I don't wanna see you ever again.
I want your breath wasted.
I want you forgotten.
You will be forgotten.
You slime ball you dirt bag
You cheesewheel you cumrag.

You were born to a groping lady who was bent out of shape each and every last season.