You’re in my world now, So don’t try to escape
You’re just a “creepy” picture, with your mouth agape
My burns are hotter than the fires of Green Hill
It’s time to get somebody else to rap for me, come in Sally, my love
Those rhymes from you were not perfect, I’ll give you a bunch of bruises
I might have my eyes stitched closed, but I can still see you losing
I HATE YOU, you were just a failed mistake
A fat plumber fighting me? Ha, just gimme a break!