As for him
He wouldn't
Ever live to be anothers "friend"
That ******-up kid
I'd make sure
He'd never see the light of day again
He had nerve
I had temper
I poured the gasoline over his head
His hands tied
His screams now dry
I told him he would end up dead

I pulled out
Some matches
Tossed 'em where the gasoline soaked
A job well done

That animal
Will never
Do me wrong again
His flesh *well-done