Fuck you Cancer!
Fuck you cancer!
That’s what I say.
Cos guess what douche bag?
I get to fight another day.
You’ve taken my stomach
And part of my spleen,
But don’t get too cocky
Cos you’re a fucking has been.
They tell me this,
They tell me that.
They tell me one day,
You may come back.
But guess what buddy
Not so fast,
Because this One will fight
Til this breath is my last.
I will not waiver
And though I may fall,
My family will be there
To lift me tall.
Cos guess what cancer?
You’re going down!
And when all is done
It’ll be you (and not me) in the ground.
