I Offed Him No words, no words This is a Slut song Oh! Ooooooh Oh! I offed him I offed him I shot him (I shot him) Going to the theater on Friday night Seeing Abe up in his box (Oh! Honest Abe!) I offed him I offed him He freed the negroes He did it on the laws the open south oooooooh ooooooh I offed him I offed him I shot him Let me tell you about Bobby Kennedy Shot by a brother lead bundies He was walking down the hall Put my gun up and got him all I offed him I offed him I shot him What about John? Way down in Dallas, Texas I was sitting up in the school depository I shot him On the knees I offed him I offed him I shot him Now MLK was deep in Memphis Out on the porch I got him in his testes He was shot dead real cold Got him with my gun It was really bold I offed him I offed him I shot him They tell me hate Has anybody here seen my old friend John? I offed him he's out laying under the lawn Has anybody here seen my old friend Martin? I offed him I offed him I shot him I got a story about who's next A guy named Ward He's really a pest Plays guitar and does some recording I'm going to put my gun up to his fucking head And off him And off him I'm going to shoot him I offed him