Poetic Justice

My cousin Vince was no prince you see Just a bully in the first degree He'd curse as you went by Maybe spit in your eye Or you might get slammed against a tree Our family knew he was wackadoo He was our shame and our black sheep too He might noogie your head Or just punch you instead And once he took a pee on my shoe At last all the locals took offense And chose to dispose of cousin Vince It's where it all went down In our quaint little town Where they say no one has seen him since