Chris Benoit style. Stolen from another site. In the fields of Canada, born and raised, Choking other men is how I spent most of my days. Headbuttin', cross-facin', as a technical king, All while shootin' some steroids outside of the ring. When I lost my iPod, I was up to no good. Skipped a match and flew back to my neighborhood. I took one too many roids, my wife gasped for breath, I said "Stop moving your little ass while I choke you to death!" I whistled for my son and when he came near, He still had "Fragile-X" and the physique of a queer. If anything I could say that this kid was rare, But I thought "Nah, forget it" and deprived him of air! I went down to the gym around 7 or 8, And I yelled to myself "Yo Chris, smell ya latah!" Hung myself to death, at a very young age, Now I'm burning in hell, all because of roid-rage.