I can beat you up you fool, don't try to test my limitations
Look out here I come, I have a gun made of paper maché
I have the power of Egyptian suns
I have shotguns in my coat, I shoot missiles from my toes
I killed a baby with a hatchet and it made me smile
With a sad face I take a look outside
I saw the sun and I saw your insides
I tried to go back but the time machine
Broke, looks like nothing will work tonight
Please spare me, what did I do to you?
I'm not that guilty, I'll beat you up!
I have no purpose and I have no direction; I'll take the initiative
I'll put your head down on the curbside and I'll begin to stomp
The blood that spewed, the cracking noise;
I crushed your skull like children's toys
I imagine that it hurt so much that you died then
I will put your face into the sun