I got into a fight the other day/ it was a fray/ he tossed me onto the buffet/ the restaraunt was a disarray/ I told him to get away/ then I took up an ash tray/ but he swayed/ and grabbed me by my toupee/ I called him gay/ and screamed for Jay/ who grabbed the motherfucker by his soiree/ keep the idiot at bay/ okay/ I asked: how much do you weigh/ so we can calculate the splatter on the sidewalk/ I hope you can´t fly like a hawk/ so it will come as more of a shock/ when you hit the concrete/ on the street/ with your feet/ that´ll be neat/ but not very discrete/ maybe we should just make him meet Pete / so he can eat the meat/ of his bones/ and we can hear the moans/ like on the Flintstones.

Now the bitch is dead/ man he bled/ the blood was red/ maybe we should´ve just shot him in the head/ with led/ but then he could´ve fled/ like that motherfucker Fred/ he should´ve seen what was up ahead/ because Ted/ was waiting with his gun/ and stopped him on the run/ that wasn´t fun/ I hope the bitch had a son/ more then one/ cause then crying would have begun/ at least more/ they´d be laying on the floor/ in pool of their own tears/ it was one of their greatest fears/ that their father disappears/ and they wouldn´t know what happened for years/ until we´d send them their dads missing ears/ as souvenirs/ while me and my buddies would be drinking beers/ and shouting cheers/ they would be terrified that we would one day show up on their doorsteps with our gears/ to make repairs.