Good Clean Threats Poem by Barlot ...

I'm the dynamic czar of the underworld
They call me Charlemagne
I carry a gun in my guitar case
I'm oh-so-clinically insane.

My stories will make you sleepless
My morphine will make you faint
I'm a bounty hunter on Saturday nights
On Sunday I curse saints.

I run a line of cathouses
I strip the night away
My double-life gets somewhat confusing
But I lead it night and day.

I inject my blood with heroin
Lacking an alibi
I make grown men fall to their knees
Making my mother cry.

I worship Satan night and day
The rumors are all true
My cult is out to kill someone
My next victim might be you.

Bwah ha ha?