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 snitch
Started with my Pappa young
So a different song I sung
The king is coming was the hynm
Stood beside my cousin Vin
Then my grandma later on
Similar melody Similar song
Now another on the table
An extra two what a fable
Who 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 contend
This 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 wak
Seatbelts Cancer COPD
Those are just a few to me
There are still many ways to go
Those are just a few I know
Won'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