No need to resist, cut off your fists.
You don't want a nasty gash, throw your paper in the trash.
Liberty's bell has already rung, it's now time to cut out your tongue.
We have everything to make you whole, all we'll need is what's left of your soul.
un-Amazingly, you finally cop to your view. Make some cookies. You little moron, why would you even talk here? Still, a lonely twit? Make another threat, shorty. Nah, you can’t. Hey, try gashin’ me. Give it a try, bet you can’t tiny teenie. Throw your trash, unto my yard, lil pissy pants.