[Intro: samples]
"How would I like to die?"
"How would I like to die?"
"I mean, we all have to die. It's sort of part of the deal. I mean, I don’t remember agreeing to it, but there you go, I don't remember agreeing to be born either. So it's all basically a sort of compulsory kind of a thing."

[Verse 1]
Ice pick, chainsaw, razor blade
Toothpick, slingshot, hand grenade
Handgun, shovel, or hockey stick
Switchblade, blowgun, roundhouse kick
Acid, poison, bow and arrow
Garden hoe or the fallen barrel
Sling blade, brick, or ninja sword
Whips and chains or electric cord
Board, lead pipe, or guillotine
Pillow or Kevorkian’s death machine
Rope, sledge hammer, or sleepin' pills
Car crash, murder, all different thrills
Wood chipper, axe, or throwing knives
Suffercation or metal pliers
[?] weed wacker or a wrecking ball
Potato peeler, brass knucks and all

[Verse 2]
A lethal injection, chemical reaction
Body blows, five thugs in action
Dirt rake, earthquake, crossbow
Morning star, a shotgun rifle
Frostbite, a dog bite, dynamite
A fall from a great height, a snake bite
Dagger, a flamethrower, a spiked bat
Dirt nap, nunchucks or a beartrap
Heat stroke, your neck broke
A cinder block, a flower pot drops, throat chops
Machete, golf clubs, a pair of scissors
Choke hold, beer bottle, hedge clippers
Overdose, hang rope, your death ride
Homicide, suicide, you decide
Will it be the gas chamber or a torture rack
Or some blunt force trauma, a killer's attack
[Bridge]
It doesn't matter what the situation
Death is your destination
It doesn't matter how you die
It doesn't matter what the situation
Facin' anihilation
You 'bout to see the other side

[Outro]
As soon as my head blew off my neck
That’s when it hit me, (Dead) I’m fuckin' dead
Brain fragments painted the whole fuckin’ (Dead) room red
I'm like, "I'm fuckin' dead"
As soon as my head blew off my neck (Dead)
That’s when it hit me, (I'm fuckin' dead) I'm fuckin' dead
Even the pieces on the floor were bleedin'
And it made me realize, I'm fuckin' dead