“Mofo Liam, Mofo Liam!” I defame you.
Coulda used “snitch,” but I switched it…much too mild.
So I’ve scored with this four-letter word I’ve named you,
and now, Mofo Liam, I s’ppose you’ll get riled.

If you’re riled, you might start sluggin’, Mofo Liam.
In such an instance I think I will depart.
Many screams may be wrought because your rep
I’ve defiled there, so your smile’s rare.
You’ve been warned how I feel, Mofo Liam.
Would you have liked it better if I’d called you “tart”?

If you’re riled, you might start gunnin’, Mofo Liam.
In such an instance I know that I’ll depart!
I will steam from your screams past the doorstep;
I’m reviled fare; you’ve a riled air.
I’ve been warned how you feel, Mofo Liam,
so while you load, I hit the road with a head start.

Mofo Liam, yo go fleein’!