F*ck off...

You're this close now you pure p*ss taker, It's Judgment Day come meet your maker, There's not a chance you'll win this hand, Come meet me head on make a stand, I handed you a length of rope, You built the gallows (f*ckin dope), The knot you tied with no excuse, As round your own neck placed the noose, So no more sitting on the shelf, You stupid c*nt you've hung yourself, My I.Q left yours in the shade, A victim of this game you played, So now you're headed for a fall, As you know winner takes it all, Now everything you wanted's gone, Tried taking mine now you have none, A friend like you I just don't need, Don't f*ck with me, I'm in the lead, I hope your time here you enjoyed, You're in the past now null and void, So as you pass my door I scoff, Log on, jog on, dot com, f*ck off.