Kyle is an angry, spiteful little boy. If he was imprisoned somewhere by an evil person, he would probably get bored after a while and start singing something like this:
Fuck you in the neck
With a plas-tic spork
Because that would probably hurt a lot
That would be fun
And maybe it would also
Make you bleed from all of your orifices
Blood blood blood
Blood blood blood
Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood
Blood blood blood
Blood and gore
Spill your guts all over the floor
Blood blood blood
Bloody bloody blood
Bloody bloody bloody bloody blood blood blood
Bloody blood blood
Blood bloody blood
I hate you and I hope you die
You're an ass
Fuck your face
I'd like to see you ripped in two
Yes I would
That would be nice
You're a useless lump of flesh
Blood blood blood
Makes you think
Why'd I put my hand in the kitchen sink
Now you're crippled
Oh what joy
I just have to laugh at your misfortune
That's what you get
For trapping me here
I won't stop singing as long as you can hear
Blood blood blood
Blood blood blood
Blood blood blood blood bloody bloody blood
Bloody bloody blood
Bloody bloody blood
Bloody bloody bloody bloody blood blood blood
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