You're a scoundrel, Mr. Wolf
You're a scary, hairy beast
You're as wily as a weasel and you smell like the deceased, Mr. Wolf
You're a burning buttrash caused by tapeworms and yeast

You're a killjoy, Mr. Wolf
And you haven't got a soul
Your mind is marred and twisted and your heart's a lump of coal, Mr Wolf
Someone should throw you back in a thiry-nine and a half foot hole!

You're a rude one, Mr Wolf
You're the king of crappy crooks
You're heart's a frozen meat wad hanging from the freezer hooks, Mr. Wolf
If you were dying of thirst I wouldn't even give you a warm glass of gargled up gunk

You're a butthead, Mr. Wolf
You're a scuzzy, fuzzy freak
You have haters beyond measure and absolute displeasuee
Your tasteless joy, the spinosaurus sneak
No one like you, Mr. Wolf
You're a filthy and furry fiend
Your plainness, it'd be rancid from your skin down to your spleen, Mr. Wolf
Given the choice to meet you, I'd rather drink gasoline

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