I was talking to my self last night,  And we decided that it's best,  That we disconnect your life,  It's nothing personal,  But then again, I guess it is    Your screaming, begging, pleading asking  Why,  We have decided you must die,  And we'll execute you,  With lost of class and style,  And that's enough to make us smile    Yes we have to kill you now,  Yes we have to kill you now    Ennie, meenie, miny moe  Catch my bitch by her toe and,  If she hollers,  I've got to show your life the door    Take my hand darling,  Don's be afraid,  I just wanna decorate the walls with  Your brains,  I get such a pleasure,  Out of such a pain,  Just drink a beer and watch you drain    these lyrics are submitted by GhoulScout13