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You're a mean one, Mr. Afton
Your hatred drives you to kill
You're as prickly as a cactus
You're murderously filled with zeal, Mr. Afton
You're a moldy cheese wheel
Bound in a black banana peel
You're a monster, Mr. Afton,
You were born without a soul
Your psychopathic lust for crime completely ate you whole, Mr. Afton
I wouldn't poke you with a 39 1/2 ft pole
You hate children, Mr. Afton
You have daggers in your eyes
So you lured kids into the back, administering each of their demise, Mr. Afton
Given the choice between you and some rotten pizza pies, I'd take the
Rotten pizza pies
You're a trash heap, Mr. Afton
You're a shifty-thrifty fox
Your heart is full of springed locks
You raked your partners across the rocks, Mr. Afton
The three syllables that best describe you are as follows and I quote.
Psy-cho-path
You're rancid, Mr. Afton
You're the filthiest of corporate scum
Your heart's a smelly anchovy wrapped in purple, putrid gum, Mr. Afton
Your company is an appalling nightmare display overflowing with a smorgasbord of pressing lawsuits
A symphony of insidious malarkey
Rolled up, folded
In tightly-wound knots.