Came home early from a business trip—found a pair of men's shoes that weren't mine.
My wife was upstairs, screwing the neighbor in our own bed.
I held back my rage, didn't kick the door down. Instead, I slipped out and planted a hidden camera.
Watched them plot to steal my house. Smiled coldly as I gathered every piece of proof.
Teamed up with the neighbor's wife for revenge. Caught the two cheaters dead in bed.
She tried to lie her way out—so I threw those shoes straight off the fifteenth floor.
End result: she got kicked out with nothing. The male neighbor lost everything.
Now those two trashbags tear each other apart—the whole neighborhood's laughingstock.
You wanna screw me? Then rot together in the mud.
