"Killing Myself with Deadly Suicide"
I chop off my hands before reaching for my gun
My matted hair is tangled so I sweep it into a bun
I wave hello to the bus driver who's on the last run
as I shield my eyes from the burning, midnight sun
I put the bazooka in my mouth, Jesus it weighs a ton
I pull the trigger, the missile penetrates, this ain't fun

I told her that I date a big, strong, 87%-homosexual-proof boyfriend
and that to her my damaged, heart-attacked heart I could never lend
to *****, trulls, Negritos, Indios, nor to blondish Pinays could I send
him over for rad, rough stuff, grudged gruff, nor crooked-**** bend
Before church work, let me squeeze romantically your darkest wart
a month before filling job-interview ***** soufflé cups by the quart,
to calm my slave masters into believing I'm the drug-free clean sort
who rarely embezzles, thus ensurin' annual profits fall not too short
I'd chop off  2 hands, just to handily hand them to handsome you &
I'd wipe with clean toilet paper but I ran out 'cause I'm sick with flu
& I can't go with you while I'm with you 'cause I likely hate you too
My left leg's fun too, 'cause it bends at the fun knee above one shoe