Unlike a Baptist

Twitch don't mind if you kick him in his throat
Don't mind if you steal all his money
Don't mind if you gouge his eye
He doesn't care about the way he's treated

Don't mind if you rape his woman
His pride is a thing of the past
So weak he can hardly muster a breath
His only wish is not to starve to death

Twitch is flaking apart piece by piece
All pearly whites crumble from his gum
They're rotted through and stink of rum