When we were young it was only a game
You would win at everything
Chilhood rivalry developed and grew
Games became battles the I would always lose
Now you re a big shot controlling my life
Causing me nothing but pain and strife
But I know your weakness you haven t a friend
Except from your puppy who soon will be dead
Here is your puppy s head
Your only friend bloody red
It s all your fault it is dead
Tides have turned now you lose
If you want the rest
It s too late there s nothing left
Mangled poodle makes good stew
I ruined your life I laugh as I chew
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