Oh, look at me

How rich, handsome, and buff I am

Being the person everyone loves to see

Especially with my rock-hard abs, damn!

Damn, I am one fine specimen!

When I die probably not until another century

I will be honored as one of the best men

Ever! Of all time! Everyone will remember me!

Are you so sure about that?

Salutations, my name is Grim

I just came here to see you, to have a chat

Over how your thinking is rather quite dim

Oh, you’re Death!

I don’t know if I should be happy

If I get eternal rest, probably with tons of meth

Or get to be reincarnated as a sexy Latina guppy

Not too Latina, but Latina enough

Also, lady-like, but not actually like a lady

That would make me feel weird with that stuff

That, or I don’t know if I should feel negatively

If I am going to work in some office when I die

Or if I die, that’s just it

I really don’t know why

I can’t really make up my mind, not even a bit

When it comes to you

When it comes to death, really

I just tried to do what a lot would do

Be so scared, I absolutely ignore you completely

That you’re just in my head, from within

That can’t actually hurt me unless I believe in it

Like Santa Claus or Vladimir Pudin

It actually works quite a bit

Shut up about being dead!

I came here to say

To you baffling knucklehead

That you’re not special, not ever, not today

You’re not going to die another century

No one lives that long!

Regardless of their wealth, their glee

That it’s stupid to think that way, just wrong

Okay, so I won’t live THAT long

So what?

I’ll still be remembered more, you ding-dong

I’m famous, I have a nice strut

I always make an impression

Everywhere I go

I’m a big obsession

To many people, don’t you know?

Well, you’re still going to be forgotten

So who cares how many miss you

Or fake it so they could get attention

You’re going to die like those “other people,” too

You make me angry

You’re not the greatest or the best

You’re just a guy with admittedly nice abs to see

JUST LIKE THE REST!

Okay, I see

I see what you mean

The rest of the other greats like me

With my sweet abs, pretty tight and lean

It’s inevitable

Inevitable death

To everyone, everything, it’s unavoidable

Also dealing with people like you and your meth

Oh, yeah, I found this stash

In some big, golden ball

Heh, it must remind you of some ash

You know, ‘cause you’re Death and all

……….uggggggggggggghhhhhhhh……fool

How annoying you are

It’s just more cruel

Doing this to me ‘cause you think you’re a star

Also, how?

How did you become rich?

I need an answer now

‘Cause you are a real son of a bitch