M. Hutchins

Death Buzzer was a bug, oh yeah a big bug
He was havin’ lots of fun underneath my rug
That was until the day that he drew my blood
And I killed that mother good

Death Buzzer was so big and he was not afraid
Of the toxic bomb and the stick it gave
His body exoskeletal of structure made
And I squished that mother good

Death Buzzer, Death Buzzer, yeah you’re one tough customer
But now you’re in a box underneath my socks
A Jolly Rodger on top your body rots

Death Buzzer hunkered down for the coup de gras
Of love from human being to dipteral
Paper rolled in a mace to smash in his face
A blob of goopy guts rolled upon the page