Jim's will by Jim & Rhoda
Eat me, eat me.
yea, you're gonna eat me
Though I'm dead
life ain't gonna beat me,
Cuz when I die
I'm gonna get my rocks
being sold in hamburgers
at Jack in the Box.
And after I've rested
on my vulture feather pillow
I want a moseleum built
Shaped like an armadillo,
Too hold all of
my hamburger wrappings,
Well deserved
after all life's ass chappings.
Smoke me, smoke me,
Yea, you're gonna smoke me,
Though I can't toke you
you're gonna toke me.
Cuz when I die
I want my lungs
cut up and sold,
To be smoked by freaks
czarefully rolled,
So they can get high
off of what I've done,
So maybe they, too,
can touch the sun.
That's my last testament,
Yea, my last will
To make me one mother------
You won't wanna kill.
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