Don't worry little bitch...
I'll claw your eyes out when you least expect it.
I wonder if your forked tongue will continue to spit venom
when it is separated from your body?
We shall see.
I'm not sure whether I want to mount your head on my wall
Or stake it out in my front yard on a pike.

You crossed me.
Deal with it bitch.

Keep your eyes open or else you'll lose them.
Keep your guard up.

Continue to think of me as insignificant; please
It will be that much more fun for me
To educate you otherwise.