There was a woman who smelled.
Who yelled and yelled and yelled
I poked her in the eye
hoping she would die
Then i got killed

I dug her a grave in the forest
Its twelve feet deep, honest.
I hope you fall in
over and over again
And you never get out when you've perished.

I would hit you with a spade
Hoping it would aide
Your death come quick
You could lick
My shoes, which are suede

I would like to hit you with a mace
In the face, it would be ace
I would laugh
and you would cry
then i would eat your face

Beat that

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Severin, in the year 142 MA.