What didst thou say of me, thou shrinking cur?
Knows’t thou that in my class of Navy Seals
among all men I graduated first,
and in the secret shadows did I wield
my dagger, pressed to Al’Quaeda’s heart,
and have I, in the sight of God and men,
dispatch’d more than fifteen score for my part
‘ere I returned to my home shore again.
Learned I the way of battle of the ape.
Unequaled, I, at killing from afar,
among all those who kill thus for the States.
To me, a target is all that thou art.
Thou shalt, with such precision never seen
before upon the face of God’s green Earth,
be wiped out, shuffled off, wilt cease to be,
and at my hands, mark well my ****ing words.
Think that mayhap thou might escape my ire
because we speak upon the Internet?
Thinks’t thou again, thou knave, for I conspire
with spies, who all across the States are set,
and even as we speak, I soon will know
thine precious three four times, thine own IP.
Prepare’st thou then, thou worm, for storm and woe,
for tempest comes, and it doth come for for thee.
Thy thread, it ends, though thou art but a child.
I can be anywhere and anywhen,
and know I seven hundred different ways
with mine bare hands alone to bring thine end.
And not with just my hands can death I bring,
but with all of the arms and armament
of the United States Corps of Marines
and I will use them to their full extent
to from this blessed continent erase
thine base pathetic ass, thou filth-stain’d bit.
If thou didst know thy “wit” would bring thine waste,
then thou mightst not have wasted all thine wit.
But waste thou did, and now, thou God-damn’d fool,
thou see’st that thou must reap what thou didst sow.
My fury forms for thee a drowning pool.
Know now that thou art ****ing dead, kiddo.