My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander AbercrombieThat's long for Mud so I've been told
Told that by this sons-a-bitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I've got my pride, I drink my wine
I drink only the finest except I haven't earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat