i thought cartman was my friend
until he beat me up again
into my bedroom he was creeping
hitlered me while i was sleeping
and the odor from that ghastly brownish stain
still remains
this is the sound of violence

amid my screams, he broke my bones
even now it makes me moan
'neath the covers as i lay napped
he bent my collarbone until it snapped
then my neck was stabbed
by a knife, and my head felt light
then all was night
this is the sound of violence

and then he chased me with a saw
he poked my eye and broke my jaw
i was gagging without speaking
and my body fluids were leaking
he was biting flesh
and i heard it rip and tear
he pulled my hair
this is the sound of violence

fools, he said, you do not know
violence is the answer, so...
feel my power as i beat you
every single time that i meet you
and his fists like mighty anvils fell
it hurt like hell
this is the sound of violence

and although i begged and prayed
and cowered like i was afraid
cartman lashed out with this warning
as my face he was deforming
and the brute said
the blood of my victim is splattered on the bedroom wall
i had a ball
this is the sound of violence