Sister Wench
(Revised "You're A Mean One Mr. Grinch")
You’re a mean one, Sister Wench.
You really should take a pill.
You’re as subtle as a freight train
You’re as chubby as a cow
Sister Wench
You’re a cranky sister without your own mister
You’re a monster, Sister Wench
Your heart’s an empty hole
Your brain is full of vengeance
You’ve got acid in your soul, Sister Wench
No one will touch you because
They fear for their life and soul
You’re a vile one, Sister Wench
You shoot daggers from your eyes
You have all the tender sweetness of a vapid, rabid bat
Sister Wench
Given the choice between the two of you, I’d take the vapid, rabid bat
You’re a foul one, Sister Wench
You’re a hostile, angry, haint
Your heart if full of blackness
Your soul is damaged junk
Sister Wench
The three best words to describe you are as follows, and I quote
Crude, Crank, Cruel
You pollute us, Sister Wench
You’re the queen of simple thoughts
Your heart’s a bricked off building with no entrance or a door
Sister Wench
Your mouth is an appalling dump of heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish
Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Sister Wench
With your nasally, icky, voice
You’re a wicked, wenchy, woman and
You laugh just like a horse
Sister Wench
You’re a mean lady who cares only for herself
With no one to blame!
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