Said one day a flea to another
could've been blood, could've been his brother
Holding a hunk of metal in his hand
he proceeded to verse his plan

"At you I point this gun
pulling the trigger should prove fun
The bullet flings at you
your head it makes its way through
Nostrils turn to spout
tunnel for you blood to spill out"

Blaring on the radio was a news report
bearing the escape of a lunatic of sorts
A witness testimonial has him coming this way
I'd better get on my knees and pray

I lifted my hand from petting the dog
the man beside me had crept up in the fog
Holding a hunk of metal in his hand
he proceeded to verse his plan

"At you I point this gun
pulling the trigger should prove fun
The bullet flings at you
your head it makes its way through
Nostrils turn to spout
tunnel for you blood to spill out"

Passing the time just sittin' in my grave
rappin' with the maggots (it's my flesh they crave)
Ticks or mites or maggots or fleas
it's all the same to me

Pushing up from my coffin through the soil to peer
I caught the attention of the graveyard overseer
Holding a hunk of metal in my hand
I proceeded to verse my plan

"At you I point this gun
pulling the trigger should prove fun
The bullet flings at you
your head it makes its way through
Nostrils turn to spout
tunnel for you blood to spill out"

The story's been told of a flea who shot another
so have the stories of a man who shot another
Ticks or men or murderers or fleas
there all the same you see

Earth bound mayhem, chaos in the crowds
curious to see, God peered through the clouds
Holding a hunk of metal in his hand
God proceeded to verse his plan