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Haul Em’ Off

By

Robby Richardson

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Put em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Toe tag em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Body bag em’ to store and leave em’ in a cold drawer

Cracking my knuckles ready for the bout let’s overcome some struggles Step into the ring with some mighty mental muscles

Despite my mind being Irish with its troubles

The jigsaw solving puzzles

A kraken in your ocean breaking bows until they buckle

I’m even meaner wielding my cleaver

With a WACK from an attack that was not meant for that I got the voices in my head and they talking again and again And in the end…

I’m the one in the center calling out Adrian while making mice out of men So, if it’s a battle of wits and battle of my Frankenstein mind I got a Michael Schofield plan with an Einstein mentality that’s one of a kind I’m the disaster you didn’t plan on, the big bad wolf that ate your little grandma Leave what’s left on the slab with this toe tag you’re sporting But whoa to your misfortune that your life I must shorten Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Put em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Toe tag em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Body bag em’ to store and leave em’ in a cold drawer

DING rings the bell and out comes life’s veteran soldier from the far corner Call me Benny when I butcher and if I fall out boy, I’m going down swinging like sugar They say the tiniest cuts draw the most pain

However, this blunt object in the end feels just the same An enemy is an enemy and an enemy they stay

Every dog has its day so step on deck and stop your bitchin Let’s try to cash in that check and punch your ticket

I’m a Morningside mortician with an undiagnosed condition For murder and mayhem against all my opposition

So, let’s lay em’ flat on their back with a bloody little SPLAT

You kept on pressing despite knowing who you were messing, and no one will be missing I find bliss in, this sin finding joy in a world that you no longer exist in Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Put em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Toe tag em’ on a slab and haul em’ off

Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’…Chop em’

Body bag em’ to store and leave em’ in a cold drawer