Death Island

This is my death island

I don't have time for crying

I have to keep trying

To go home for more frying

Been stuck here for several months

Found a church full of monks

They told me to stop acting like a punk

Told them they needed some funk

They said my attitude stunk

I prepare to make there church sunk

Throw a bomb on them like a dunk

Jump over a rock to duck

See heads flying like puck

Walking away afterwards with no fucks

They had a truck

Drive all the way to the docks

Seen they had no shipments

I started to get bent

My anger wasn't spent

This is my death island

I don't have time for crying

I have to keep trying

To go home for more frying

I continue to explore

My clothes make me look like a whore

Hear the water keep hitting the shore

My feet feel so sore

My mind won't let me snore

I hear a loud boar

In the distance

I see its stance

It began to prance

Grabbed a stick

I began to hit

The boar went down so I can pick

Put the stick where it shit

Started a fire

With some wire

Hopefully fly out like Tobey maguire

This is my death island

I don't have time for crying

I have to keep trying

To go home for more frying

I hear a helicopter land

The wind blows with the sand

I have no band

They see me come from the trees

They blade have a cool breeze

The people inside began to freeze

I approached them and said would you like suck on these

Gotta better look and they were Japanese

Showed them my panties

While I murdered them in cold blood

Shoved there bodies in some mud

Took there helicopter home to my dog bud

Now its time for me to find a new love

And make us think what doves

Sound like when they make love

This is my death island

I don't have time for crying

I have to keep trying

To go home for more frying