I put poison ivy in your pot.
I dripped drain-o in your coke.
You think you're suave;
you're going to croak.

I put Hepatitis in the ice.
A and B.
It's going to burn bitch,
when you take a pee.

Because I put Herpes
on all the toilet seats.
I gues you should've stayed
and talked to me.

You're a slut,
a big druggy whore,
and no one that we know,
likes you anymore.

Plus all that e was just cafeine.
Which compared to other things,
isn't really that mean.

But that can of Lipton Brisk,
was covered with Syphilis.
And all that needle had,
was HIV.

Enjoy your gruesome death.

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