The funeral speech for Beieren, from Beieren's Broer

Beieren was a drunk
who had the scent of a skunk
Oh he never stood a chance

Allways went brawling with his pals
Bim, Bam, Beieren chasing after gals
Allways keeping contact with his fans.

But now that he's death,
yeah he stopped taking breath.
Clubbered to death by his fans.

Now his spot is mine,
so everything is fine.

I'm gonna kick ass and spend my winnings on Ale & Whores.