And they joined me on the seat The three of them Aggressive noise makers And as they talked, I saw him With thick slashes of machete And his entails crawling out Though they didn't hear him He was pleading for mercy For all his wrongs And for the good gone bad He was beaten with razor studded whip And oh my goodness The site was nauseating The wounds went deeper with each round of laughter And I wondered how much was left of him Finally a phone call interrupted their gist party Maybe he has to hang on to life in their minds Because each of those words they said about him Made him die somewhere without his knowledge GoSsIp
