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
Everyone's just got their own idea of fun
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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
Everyone's just got their own idea of fun
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
Everyone's just got their own idea of fun
Writer: Drew Anthony Giordano, Jasmine Deja Lopez Larson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Amuxe Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Amuxe Publishing