we now have a troll-stomping shanty...
(MUST be sung like Quint from Jaws)
Farewell and adieu to you lame trollish baby,
Farewell and adieu to you troll so damn lame;
For you've received voltage fit to fry up your body,
And no one, save DUmmies, shall see ye again.
(chorus)
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
You babble and curse like a true drooling motard,
Your babbling posts lack all logic and sense;
George Soros has funded your meatpuppet antics -
Delightful, this waste of his dollars and cents!
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
We've given you leeway and chances uncounted,
We've given you leeway, and coddled you, dear;
But now you've been cornered by your own short-comings -
Deserving of mocking, and worthy of jeer.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
You burble and drool, an inveterate ass-hat,
You ALL-CAP and mis-spell, and bumble your tense;
Posting absurdity void of all reason -
An illiterate peon who never repents.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
Your errors are many, your logic is absent,
Your cranial vacuum all your posts betray;
Your break from reality all data point to -
You'll wind up committed, some sunny day.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
You gibber and bark like a retarded moonbat,
You quiver and belch, lacking all elegance;
In a duel of words, your blade's a limp noodle -
Unarmed and outmastered, unable to fence.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
Oh, hedging and dodging are skills you have mastered,
Yes, hedging and dodging are your stock-in-trade;
You'll never own up to your self-made disaster,
Your name and your honor, of dung are they made.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp your guts out,
Till we strike to concrete through your ruined carcase -
Your end in destruction was never in doubt!
Now let every last Kittie toss off a full bumper,
And let every last Kittie toss off a dull troll;
And we'll drink and be merry and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good health to all true-hearted souls.
We’ll rant and we’ll roar like true Viking Kitties,
We’ll rant and we’ll rave, and stomp troll guts out,
We'll cover with tarmac their charred bloody ruin -
And dance jigs on their gravesites, have never a doubt!