I'll succeed it's a breeze, or are ya gonna cry for momma?
I'll succeed it's a breeze, or are ya gonna cry for momma?
I'll succeed it's a breeze, or are ya gonna cry for momma?
I'll succeed it's a breeze, or are ya gonna cry for momma?
You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting.
He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening.
Let's place our bets. You' ain't got a mutha f**in' chance.
Don't have enough gas. This is your last chance, chicken out.
Your car may be fast. Spin of the wheel, a roll of the dice.
You think you can last. Did you see the can. Saw the can, empty the can, man.
By the skin on your a**. My money's on the midget. Can you last?
One gallon challenge. There's a s**er born every minute.
It's never enough gas. First you're gonna sh**, then he's gonna k** ya.
No matter how fast. No one will ever mock him again.
Best take your last breath. The blood will rain, a sacrifice for his pain.
By the skin on your a**, my money's on the midget. You're gonna be payin'.
You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting.
He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening.
Let's place our bets. You stupid f**, you're gonna die.
Don't have enough gas. A lonely road, a little man thing.
Your car may be fast. Eight legs, a thousand spikes.
Do you think you can last. Do you think he can, I don't think he can.
He's a dead man.
By the skin on your a**, my money's on the midget.
You last or your a**, you're gonna be payin' with it.
I'll succeed it's a breeze, or are ya gonna cry for momma?
I'll succeed it's a breeze
I can hardly see, and this cannot be happening.
And he has got me, this cannot be happening.
The fear is so thick and the sight paralysing.
If I could just think there'd be a chance of surviving.
The more fighting and screaming the tighter he's gripping.
Spiked wrist bands discouraging my hopes of escaping.
He's got his sights set on a future of torturing.
I failed the damn challenge I bet the others are laughing.
I got something I want you to see, you will fit in nicely.
It's my true story, I am not fantasy, yes I too have my needs.
All of the tales are coming back to me.
The story of his failure is coming back clearly.
He could play all the parts but his limbs were too stubby.
Even had all the poses but looked dumb and stumpy.
But apparently that day the devil was napping.
Now I am the victim of tales I've been hearing.
How he tried out and they all stood there laughing.
It's a gift from me to me, I don't take rejection lightly.
I'm the best you will agree, you are sure to like me.
So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine.
I cut and past, and cut and paste.
So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine.
I cut and past, and cut and paste.