Marik got run over by my grandma
Walking home from my house Friday eve,
You may think my grandma's got her license,
But as for me and Isis, we don't believe.
So he'd stayed too late studying for Chem class,
And Isis had called five times to berate,
I begged him to wait just five more minutes,
But then he would get home five minutes late.
Oh, Marik got run over by my grandma,
Walking home from my house Friday eve,
And those minor bloodstains on the land yacht,
Are Marik Type O negative, I believe.
They set out simultaneously to the asphalt,
And nervously he started walking fast,
But then he stumbled over a large pebble,
And Grandma ran him over driving past.
Ah, Marik got run over by my grandma,
Walking down the road that fateful eve,
But luckily for her the little gecko,
Saved her money on insurance, I perceive.
We're all feeling so bad for Isis,
Even though her brother was a brat,
Because you know now with the cost of funerals,
No one should have to pay for all of that.
Marik got run over by my grandma,
But I'm telling you it still gets worse,
On the way to bury him this morning,
My grandma went and rear-ended the hearse.
Oh, Marik got run over by my grandma,
Right over by that little elm,
So au revoir, Mariku, see you later,
Somewhere drifting round the Shadow Realm.