You know what they say, sir, you reap what you sow

Time’s almost up now, I think I should go

Remember the name to whose bearer you fell

Remember my name when you’re burning in Hell!

Your money, it came at a horrible price

Your gambling, sin, and more horrible vice

I’ll be grinning right at you as you draw your last breath

I’ll be laughing aloud as I’m watching your death!

Enjoy your last moments; I know that I will

I think this’ll teach you not to cheat and not to kill

At least I ain’t rubbing some salt into your sore

But maybe I should, you son of a whore!

Poetic justice, buried in a shallow grave

A lot like the shore that gets beat by the wave

I emerge from the hole and I sit for a while

I stand to face the coming dawn and I give an evil smile!