No, it isn't cardiac arrhythmia
My muscles are purring in anticipation
Of the hunt, the chase, the ****.
Sure, I've had my fill
But I've hardly had any fun yet.

I've only drawn but a drop of blood
Nobody yet expects a flood
So build your ark, and count to three
What I make,is going to be history.

I'll flick my tail, and arch my back
Strength maybe, but it's not skill I lack
It's restraint.

Once I hear that fateful snap
A hapless creature you shall be
Not just now
For all of eternity.

Yes, Sana'a is the capital of Yemen
But I shall capitalize on your sorrow
You'll have so much, won't need to borrow
Harrowed yet?

So brush your crooked fingers through your greasy hair
And tell your sympathetic nervous system
That sympathy is about the last thing
You'll get from me.