Too Dead To Die

Told you motherfuckers I’m already dead
But mammys little baby loves shortening bread
Thrilling and killing just as fast as I can
You can’t catch me I’m the ginger-dead man
I don’t care what your saying
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah
And i’m too dead to die anyway
Son of a bitch load up the hearse
I’m making words rhyme in the second verse
Keeping rock n roll dumb like it should be
I don’t care what your saying
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah
And i’m too dead to die anyway
Hey motherfuckers did you hear the news?
I killed all the chickens in the god damn coop
Roses are red and violets are blue
Chicken is greasy like me and you
I don’t care what your saying
On your knees a praying, yeah, yeah
And i’m too dead to die anyway.(x3)