Revenge of the Barry.
Tits for tat.
Stop your fornication,
Ditch the girl you horny wretch,
You megalomaniac king of the dickholes.
Barry is alive, he’s now bionic;
Wires for his veins,
Titanium for his bones.
Roust from your lewd stupor,
Ye’ promiscuous scumbag.
He stalks your abode,
Eyes your exotic scotch,
And blinks with fury.
His current state he places,
Squarely on your shoulders.
Murderous vengeance, is his to be.
Ditch the high class whore,
You obscene hiccup of nature,
And don your black turtleneck, with the Italian thread.
It’s Rampage time..(yes woo for sure)
Grab for the Glock, gotta make this right,
Once and for all.
He blames you for his fall,
From the ledge up above, (yes it’s hilarious I know)
After the KGB cornered,
You two clueless assholes.
He doesn’t want to cripple you,
Just to cut and maim you,
While you chase the risqué dragon,
With a Persian hooker.
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Good day Floyd County. See you in court.
