You won't catch me
sobbing into my pillow,
no f****n' way
no siree bob.
I'll rationalise, internalise,
lay awake and fantasise
'bout  sweet,
serve it in tureen with a silver ladle,
R.E.V.E.N.G.E.
 
You won't find me
dawdlin' in your street.
The hell I will.
Ain't no wuss.
S**t, my eyes ain't streamin
cos they's visualisin'
an I'm schemin
up ways
to make you P.A.Y.
 
You jus' better
lace your runnin shoes
a****le, get on
down that road .
Shoulda tole me 'bout ya wife,
ya other life. Now,
my daddy's huntin knife
gonna help me show ya
what C.U.T.U.P. means.