You . . .

Are the threat
Are the piece of scum under my sneakers
Nothing more but a pebble in the poor girls shoe
We all have nothing but opposition for you . . . loathing.

"Maybe you can appreciate this saw created with your nails, use it to cut off your lips and stuff them in your nostrils, empty my bladder into your dirty mouth. Gargle my fluid. Hum you an old tune while we dismember your legs. Hung upside down by your waist. I blind fold myself with the skin of your thigh, . . . spin 5 times . . . and use your leg to swing at you like a pinata."

Fucktard! :D