You should choke to death on a cactus spike,
Instead of helping your mom says sike
You die with false hope and disappointment
That would give me wholehearted enjoyment

I wish on you an ocean of static
Electric bolts of torture, So it's not automatic
Your pretty hair turns a fried mess
Under water, no one hears your distress

It would give me the greatest pleasure
If a beast with height too tall to measure
Took you as their meal after hibernation
Limb by limb, an amputation

Where do you go after hell?
I caste on you an infernal spell
Of living your death after death
In the exhale of coffee breath