No, Senator, I absolutely don’t think the lyrics to my song “Nathan Crawford of 53B Acosta St. in Mystic, CT, Should Die Painfully” are targeted at any specific individual. It’s called “artistic license.”
Fine, I’ll read the lyric you’re pointing to: I hope Nathan Crawford drinks pure deuterium oxide (D2O), resulting in cardiovascular collapse. Again, some might mistake that for vitriol, but it’s really about society collapsing from toxic ideas.
Okay, then there’s the closing lyric, I’m staring through his bedroom window, and stand by my original intention of killing him.
That one’s a bit on-the-nose, I see that now.