Had muscles and a fake smile, that’s a fact
But morals and intelligence he did lack
A bastard barbarian was born
The Terminator told him, forlorn,
“Sorry, but I won’t be back”
Back when baseball was pure
He crushed them, that’s for sure
So RIP, Harmon Killibrew
The game was better because of you
Another reason we need a cancer cure
Bin Laden killed and thrown in the wet
Sigh of relief for justice done, you bet
Well done to the Navy Seals
Let’s confine our cheers and squeals
The war on terror ain’t over yet
He presided over IMF cash
But he tried to assault and dash
Attempted to rape a maid and flee
Jerked off a plane in NYC
Enjoy Ryker’s, you douchey Eurotrash
Tomorrow’s the apocalypse, they say
It seems about right, anyway
So if it’s the rapture
A bunch of beer I will capture
Then hope for the best on doomsday
Last time …
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