Oh, I believe I can see your future,
And it's looking pretty dim,
There will be no evasion of these weapons,
You'd be smart to welcome Sir Grim.
I'm still loading!
You are firing!
I think you know how much **** you're in,
And it's your move, son,
So what's your ******* plan?
Fire at will!
This is not a game!
If it were I'd break the rules again.
You look like you're heaving with your own pain,
It's disgusting, but maybe I'll help you,
When I introduce your flesh to a flame!
You are out of this world,
Thanks to being placed at the end of my rifle,
Then it popped,
And you swirled.
You're dastardly,
A waste of space to me,
You're a mean one, Mr. *****,
Put yourself down and out,
But you still talk to innocent girls with your malintioned member!
When everything's out of control,
You'll blow a hole in your head,
But woe is you,
You've got to ******* go!
Because woe is you psychotic-Romeo,

Everybody, to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat"

Let's go dig a hole,
Toss the ****** in!
Cover him in gasoline,
And burn the evidence.
Boom.