If that Satan played a game on you
Never be so sad to entertain him but
Never be so nervous to teach him
Teach him a deathly lesson
Teach him a grave mission
But never let him to accomplish
Never let him to be foolish
Bemuse him, confuse him
Never let him to shine
Never! Never ever let him
To dine, proudly punish
Him, Let him suffer within
Deathly Fresh environment
Never let him to complaint
Let him once again suffer from the Socrates
Of the truth, punish him behind the scenes
Attack him like the way Greene attack
Shake-scenes, bluntly bang him
For if he feel stubborn referred him
To the scripts of Groats-worth of wit
In fact if Greene did it
Why can't you did it to him
Why can't you smashed his worn out cheeks
With the gravest gesture of punishments
Never be bemused neither been fussed
To starved him, lock him gently, guessed
Him, give him a lifeless jacket and let him drown
To die, let his corpse corrode in the oceans
Let the biggest shark feed from on such portions
And let the salty sea flow from his cheeks
Down to his toes. And let them burn at hell