It's a conspiracy against you
But nothing fishy going on
Your food had poison in it
You'll be dead before long
Might want to take a dump
You could try to throw up too
A flavored sticky carcinogen
I use it with a glue
It's radioactive, pain is only fleeting
You could start writing the will
You may very well be gone
Before you can think you're ill
Please don't say please
You're destined to die
It's written in your horoscope
No point in the cry
I'll take all your money
Your wife will be mine too
A stiff becoming a spook
Nothing you can do
Do you feel weak?
Does the senses depart the skin?
Is your eyesight blurry?
Do you feel the poisoned pin?
Death is inevitable, so worry not
Celebrate the dramatic end
You can count on me you know
I'm your best friend
