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 class and style,
And that's enough to make us smile
Yes we have to kill you now,
Yes we have to kill you now
Ennie, meenie, miny moe
Catch my bitch 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