I can't wait to beat you senseless

The rage of the bull will come on with such force. 

Tear you in miniscule bits of flesh,

let perversion run its course

You're arrogant face is asking to be cut, 

by the same diamonds you dared to insult.

The pool stick in my hand is leaning me forward

I wonder if he'll still be able to talk shit when it's over ? 

Reason seeps back in my brain

Breathe deep, slowly count to ten..

For you wont be the fool, it'll be him instead. 

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