Yesterday I finally met my maker The messenger he come cloaked in black His weathered sleeves harbored the most horrendous news My ears had ever heard in all their years I told him piece to his nose Sir get down on those knees of yours Chew on the barrel of my gun I shot him dead Square in the head And left him to die In cold blood As I walked way His final cry Child what have you done To which I replied No offense to you my sir Everyones just got their own idea of fun