The Bitch Who Stole Caylee

Casey Anthony, you're a bitch I'd like to see lynched
without the privilege of a last meal. 
Your cootch is as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as smarmy as an eel, Miss Anthony. 

Your tits are saggy sacks, 
so it's obvious they're real.

You're a monster, Casey Anthony.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your hoo-haa is full of bed bugs.
You've got a black hole as your soul, Miss Anthony. 

In order to bang you, a man would need 
a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Casey Anthony. 
You have a horse-toothed smile.
You should be used as bait 
to hunt hungry crocodiles, Miss Anthony. 

Given the choice between the two of you, 
most would rather screw a hungry crocodile.

Your scunt is a foul one, Casey Anthony. 
It smells like a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your whore-hole has been stuffed with unwashed cocks, 
now your cunt is full of gunky spunk, Miss Anthony. 

The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:
STINK, SKANK, STUNK. 

Your body is NOT HOT, Casey Anthony. 
You should be tied to a shit stained cot and left to rot. 
We'd like to see you dead and splotched
with moldy purple spots, Miss Anthony. 

You should be dumped in a swamp overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable, eaten up by coyotes, 
leaving only bones mangled into unidentifiable knots.

The very thought of you nauseates me, Casey Anthony. 
All hope for your redemption is completely lost.
Your attorney is a crooked jerky jockey
and all your life consists of is getting sauced, Miss Anthony. 

Please, deep throat a three decker Velveeta and salami sandwich 
with an extra helping of arsenic, you wicked baby killing witch!