Kim Jong-il, gotta say peace
from piece-of-shit Patrill
Another ballaholic steady gettin' bills
Seems like you're down now forever
And I'm left to think I coulda known you better.
Whatever you did to get a starving country on your back
Stress yourself out, coulda arrested your cardiac
Kept shit running, but shit was all you had
Plus a son, Kim Jong-un to takeover
Well kid, break's over, thanks dad.
You died in your country, you died poetically.
But was there a day when you said fuck this gray suit?
Got tired of the lousy North Korean rain,
Your country's lack of birds, surely that void of chirping
A conscience pang
But more a need to get away
A cowardly decision sure but one just for you
One day you said to yourself I'm done
Put some money aside and got a new identity
Built a nice swank mansion in the Phillipines
High walls like Osama had, on second thought scratch that
Nobody would think it's you anyways
Had a stroke once so you stayed close to family
A soldier at his post you woul never leave
Doctor's orders too got you doing business through embassies
So you go to a place where nobody notices
Maybe we do all look the same, you think
You change your frames, no you get contacts
You laugh at that, you've severed so many
But at least you had your money
And I'm not saying this to be subversive, cute or funny
Just saying that he probably could've used a break like all of us
But what distinguised Kim from us was
That he could afford to die,
Just like Elvis
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