Miss Whiplash...

They call me Miss Whiplash a title I earned, from the whip that I cracked and the fleshn that it burned,

'Tis for financial gain that my victims I seek, there's no calm only storms as pure havoc I wreaj,

And I never show favour when rules are obeyed, I'm sadistic right through so best you be afraid,

It's the fear I thrive off from prey and I quote, there'll be no softly softly, go straight for the throat,

So just you be sure to say, "Thank you" and "Please", put you where you belong at my feet on your knees,

For you see I am Mistress of all I survey, and for what I bestow there's a price you must pay,

I will mould you like clay into what I expect, I am Godess to you, on your knees, genuflect,

Eyes for just me alone no one else will you see, your whole life you must exist to worship just me,

And if I should find fault with something that you do, then unmerciful terror will rain down on you,

I will break you completely take mind, heart and soul, til you're merely a puppet for me to control,

For they call me Miss Whiplash and if you obseve, you exisy for one reason, your Mistress to serve.