no more rhymes now. no more rhymes now. but first things first
to the death!
no! to the pain!
i don't think i'm quite familiar with that phrase
i'll explain. and i'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand
you warthog faced buffoon
that may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me!
it won't be the last. to the pain means the first thing you'll lose is your feet below the ankles. then your hands at the wrist. next your nose
and then my tongue i suppose
i killed you too quickly the last time
a mistake i don't mean to duplicate tonight!
i wasn't finished! the next thing you lose will be your left eye followed by your right
and then my ears i understand
let's get on with it!
wrong! your ears you keep and i'll tell you why: so that every shriek of every child that's seen your hideousness will be yours to cherish. every babe that weeps at your approach. every woman who cries out