Because he was so crass,
I shoved the RPG up his ass.
When I was done,
He was blown to kingdom come.
It was the best I could do
To fix his remains in a stew,
Then dish him out for the poor
Who kept rapping at my chamber door
And always cried for 'More! More!'
Because he was so crass,
I had to pipe bomb his ass.
It was the best I could do,
To put him in a stew,
Then dish it out to the poor
Who kept knocking at my door
Always yelling for 'More! More!'
Because he was so crass,
I had to pipe bomb his ass.
It was the best I could do,
To fix him up in a stew
Then serve it all to the poor
Who kept rapping at my chamber door
Forever crying out 'More! More!'