The Hitman

They call me the Ripper and I’ve earned my name.
Sixty bodies so far I’m to blame.
Give me a call, and I’ll slice and dice,
but all for an offer of a very good price.

Cheating wives, who are so surprised.
They fit right in a dress bag size.
Cheating husbands cry and whine,
Roll up in a carpet neatly with twine.

The Mob likes theirs shot in the head.
Execution style to make sure they’re dead.
The drug lords like theirs tortured and lashed.
But what the hell, it’s extra cash.

I keep an eye out for those who seem to care.
Even the neighbors down the stairs.
So as long as they keep their door shut tight
They’ll reach an age that long and ripe

They call me the Ripper, I’ve earned my name
Sixty bodies, so far I’m to blame
I don’t ever worry, they’ll never be found.
I’ve buried them in pieces under the ground.