I was talking to my self last night,
And we decided that it's best,
That we disconnect your life,
It's nothing personal,
But then again, I guess it is
Your screaming, begging, pleading asking
Why,
We have decided you must die,
And we'll execute you,
With lost of cla** and style,
And that's enough to make us smile
Yes we have to k** you now,
Yes we have to k** you now
Ennie, meenie, miny moe
Catch my b**h by her toe and,
If she hollers,
I've got to show your life the door
Take my hand darling,
Don's be afraid,
I just wanna decorate the walls with
Your brains,
I get such a pleasure,
Out of such a pain,
Just drink a beer and watch you drain