Lyrics

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