I do hate thee br and count the ways. br you hide inside br a toxic haze. br br That rotten smell, br sound of your voice br your place is Hell, br you have no choice. br br I must assume br that God can make br a witch with broom br and you, the flake. br br But his intent? br It will not click, br who would invent br a drug-soaked prick? br br Well, up in Heaven, br the two discuss, br each night at seven br the earthly fuss. br br Satan and God br debate and choose, br and give the nod br to those who lose. br br Thus God receives br repenting souls, br while Satan grieves br for ugly moles. br br Will they decide br for gutter-creeps, br through whose thin hide br the badness seeps? br br A low-life man br like you arrives, br whose evil plan br ruined many lives. br br No one will cringe, br you'll plead in vain. br Take the syringe, br Scum Of Cocaine! br br Of all the fools br a handful lack br those innate rules, br they won't come back. br br The time will come br when D N A br of filth and scum br will have to pay. br br ANNIHILATE br each single cell, br that is your fate. br You won't make Hell.