A battered woman with courage to leave,
Shouldnʼt spend her whole life terrified.
Donʼt wait for karma, claim your revenge;
Call it “justifiable homicide."
I attempted to do the things one must do…
When putting an end to a marriage.
Itʼs not easy to leave a tyrannical man;
Every effortʼs ignored and disparaged.
Sometimes a girl just canʼt take anymore,
A woman must take back her power.
So darling, thatʼs why, he's gotta die…
Independence will be mine within the hour.
All is fair in both love and war…
Iʼm ready to play, itʼs my turn!
We started the game when I took his name;
I giggle at his look of concern!
Look at him struggle to loosen the ropes!
Iʼm enthralled by his weak desperation!
He refuses divorce, tries to keep me by force,
Once heʼs dead, I will have my liberation!
Yes, thatʼs a razor knife in my hand.
Of course, I have a sharpened blade!
Iʼm carving lines, I make lovely designs…
Itʼs quite lovely to see him afraid.
Yes, at one time, this dish was for salad;
Tonight, his blood fills the bowl.
He'll pay with his life to set things right,
I'll pay for revenge with my soul.
Iʼm thinking its time to remove his gag;
I am ready to hear that man scream.
Itʼs been long time, now vengeance is mine,
He has no power in the new regime!
"What's that you say? Calling me names?
You think I'm a psychotic bitch?”
I laugh, cuz he ainʼt seen nothing yet!
Heʼs about to, he just flipped the switch!
The sound of his pleading fills me with joy,
His begging makes me grin ear to ear.
I cheerfully hum as I cut off his thumbs,
While I savor the scent of his fear.
Boom! I slam his head into the ground.
Boom! My boot connects with his cheek.
Iʼm slicing, Iʼm dicing, his pain is enticing!
Motherfucker, I am no longer weak.
Heʼs choking, my hands encircle his throat.
Oh my, how the tables have turned!
He strangled me once, he wanted me dead.
I'll make sure that the favorʼs returned.
Heʼs bleeding out, his body shuts down…
Iʼm holding my breath as he dies…
He never did sign his name on the line,
But I win! Widowhood is the prize!
Iʼm finally free, he wonʼt hurt me again…
No more torment, no abuse, no stalking.
I may do some time to pay for my crime,
But then again, I might end up walking.
Rumors he spread live on after heʼs dead,
My self-defense is built from his tall tales.
The depths of my crazy are all on the record,
Itʼs ironic, his lies save me from jail!
My husband saw me as property owned…
Leaving him caused the danger to grow…
If divorce is denied, homicide's justified!
Free at last to be the merriest widow!