Cotton Mather would find you Hard and joyless You family doctor Would let you become paralyzed After I crack open your head With the log lady's log Take the bandana off your wrist And use to keep your brains From spilling out onto the asphalt You'll see Caralee's skin there Mike Hadreas Don't get used to this Your avenging angel's Battle cry "QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!" I don't know karate But I know ka-razor And before the tulip fades You will look so dead zitted and surprised That the shadow has extended to your Bashers grave I just forgot what Jesus would do But I remembered to wrap my tiny Hands around your mud boiled throat Monsieur Hadreas Don't say you are used to it Your avenging angel's Battle cry "QUEERS IS PIMPS TOO!" Be good Inarticulate And kissed "QUEERS IS GIMPS TOO!"