ay, yeah yeah ay, I been diggin your grave it's so sad how cancer took you away. we put your body in the ditch that disease is a bitch. soon later your body is decomposed I've been dozed. okay, when we go home I can't decide if we have pie or tart I'm so sorry Bart we are now so apart throw a dart draw a chart it hurts my heart how you were so smart. uhuh yeah, when you left all I have left of you is a jacket and a packet I hit a nice basket at a banquet sleepin with a blanket I be diggin for granite. okay oh no, when I go downstairs I see your shoe then I think of you with sue, who? i knew I have to get views. we know your favourite colour is green and how you liked to clean and be seen I can't believe you dies at 18 I hate beans and the queen. Cancer is mean.