Unlike a Baptist - Scratch acid

Twitch don’t mind if you kick him in his throat

Don’t mind if you steal all his money

Don’t mind if you gouge his eye

He doesn’t care about the way he’s treated

Don’t mind if you rape his woman

His pride is a thing of the past

So weak he can hardly muster a breath

His only wish is not to starve to death

Twitch is flaking apart piece by piece

All pearly whites crumble from his gum

They’re rotted through and stink of rum