Another one will sadly bite the dust is what I will sing
At least this one I'm expecting
Cancer is a fucking bitch
Lost a couple from that snitchStarted with my Pappa young
So a different song I sung
The king is coming was the hynm
Stood beside my cousin VinThen my grandma later on
Similar melody Similar song
Now another on the table
An extra two what a fableWho knows how many more
He's still a fighter, what's in store
He will fight to the very end
Not many like him I will contendThis is still my own prep work
When I loose him I may go bursurk
Too many losses I have stacked
Too many losses some just wakSeatbelts Cancer COPD
Those are just a few to me
There are still many ways to go
Those are just a few I knowWon't get into all the rest
Life is no joke nor a test
Can be short or long and sweet
In the end we all see six feet