Life here on Earth would be perfectly fine,
if only it weren't for THEM.
THEY are behind every crime, every problem.
THEY poison all things. THEY are phlegm.
Oh, happy day when THEY’re done away with.
(By any available means.)
When the world is no longer encumbered
with their corrupted, despicable genes,
when, at long last, we’re free of these dastards,
will we discover we're the real bastards?
