slim came home each night mad took heat from his lucy for any trouble she'd had he sweat and ate his dinner with no sound and hid her body where it'd never be found
he took her tongue so she couldn't yell and bitch at him for lazines and ugliness as well her legs and womb were next so she couldn't run and spread her evil in a daughter or son
sat in his rocking chair, once she'd been hid didn't rock, just set still for a while and if you'd have known slim, which nobody did you'd have known, the look on his face was a smile
slim come now do this and do that i shouldn't call you that name, you're too fat whatever happened to my exciting young man i should have listened to my mother, never gave you my hand... shoulda never gave you my hand.
slim lived another thirty long years a wealthy widow with tv steak and beers no hollerin, no bitchin, just peace he died and i got his house on a lease
i sat in slim's rocker, too close to the wall leaned back too far, and the runner cut through like a saw her remains inside, and a stale wind rushed out and on that wind went that dead bitch's last shout
slim come now do this and do that i shouldn't call you that name, you're too fat slim you're gonna wish that you'd never died you'll spend eternity in hell by my side... you'll be in hell by my side.