I'm a steel driver: railroad spike right in your ear. I'm a hot rodder: with a greasy ballpeen hammer dear. As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of Hell. You'll hear me laughin': ringin' death's doorbell. Your eyeballs extracted: exactly just so. Fit to be tied: cross your beak in a pretty bow. They found her body beautiful but never found her head. Just a sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread. Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo. Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando