my songwriting skills *warning* explicit lyrics in almost every line

this song i call "I'd Sell My Soul To The Devil If It Meant I Could Stab You In The Neck Without Going To Jail"

enjoy.

do the curtains match the drapes?
do the curtains match the drapes?
who the fuck cares
you've got dirty blond dishwater hair.
you're a walking fire crotching cunt,
i feel sorry for your future runts,
running around with herpes on their skin,
because their mother couldn't keep her freckled crotch in .
you can't fucking spell,
its dying not dieing bitch,
the same way its lying not lieing bitch
who the fuck cares, just quickly go to hell.
remember that scene in the godfather,
where he finds his horse's head on his sheets?
i hope the same thing happens to you,
i'd fucking die laughing, you fucking flat-tits.

note: this is all in jest. i'm just pissed off. i don't condone cruelty to animals.