You're a mean one, Trucido!

[Trucido Damnedblood]

You're a mean one, Trucido
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Trucido.


You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.


You're a monster, Trucido
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Trucido


I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.


You're a vile one, Trucido.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Trucido


Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile.


You're a foul one, Trucido
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Trucido


The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."


You're a rotter, Trucido.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Trucido


Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.


You nauseate me, Trucido
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Trucido


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.


...And that is Trucido in a nutshell