As I’m walking down the street A fat man walks by staring at his feet Our eyes meet and he starts to pick up the pace He knows now that I recognize his face I pull a knife from my back pocket He sees it and starts to run I could jam it in his shoulder socket That would be mighty fun I start to run behind him My knife in an outstretched hand Oh look it’s my cousin Tim We can start a murder band Wanna get in your prom suit fat man So you can look pretty when you die We can even give you a little Japanese fan So you’re not hot when you learn to fly Up the stairs to the roof How fucking smart are you? You’re just making this easer for me Are you sure you don’t need to pee? It’s a long fall to the ground Especially when you’re gagged and bound Slit your arm and break your leg This is when you should start to beg But it’s useless I hate you too much Break your nose with that nice hard punch Now what do we do your too fat to pick up Roll you ha-ha you suck We even got a little ramp just for you Isn’t that just so nice for us to do? Roll you over it’s all done now Now we can watch you fall to the ground Uh-O is that a stop sign we see And you’re heading right for it This is so great HOLY SHIT You nailed it dead on that was sweet But now everyone will have bloody feet You’re dead now oh-well no one will care We’ll at least we have a new display at the next county fair By: Death Omen
