When High Flying Sketch insulted me by coming into existence.
When Colac typed: gay fireman
When Colac said I had an erection
When Colac called me old, I was forty.
When High Flying Sketch split his head
When I removed my belt and whipped him
When I used my belt to choke him down, down to the floor.
With hands over faces, I went through the paces
Smiled with glee at the girl with the braces
Hold onto your teeth you pretty young thing
This ginger boy is yet to sing
a song so painful the devil will cry
I listen with joy, a glint in my eye
See, I become god for a minute or two
reckon and punish for all in full view
you like you know it
to deny is to blow it
and never a conscience renew