Killed by Ants

That boy was killed by ants

They didn't mind

There was nothing left

On a desert in africa

They tried to beat him with a spatula

That boy was killed by ants

They didn't mind

There was nothing left

On the desert he was all they had

A little  what he once was all he was

You wouldn't think the family

Would sell the lies

Make a featuring film of the poor boys life

Called killed by ants

Killed by ants killed by ants killed by ants

That lady was killed by slugs

The trama of her eyes

Guess the grave is done

Her daughter was cool

She liked to lay with her thoughts

She must of fell asleep

They decided to rush

That lady was killed by slugs

The trama of her ears

Guess the grave is dug

All alone they ate her insides

What a sad way for her to die

Her husband made a call to the new york times

Made a best selling a novel about her sorded life

Called killed by slugs

Killed by slugs killed by slugs killed by slugs

Oh what a nasty way to die

Man there's not much left of you

Oh well all your friends and family sigh

And dry your eyes

Howd this happen

Oh maybe its the first time

You are perfectly deseaced

You lived a legacy for all to read

Well ain't that something

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