
woo!
fire burn hot
break it punt it kick,
fast gimmick,
you will shit a brick!
hit you with these words,
down on lock-down, boys,
shoulda known better than to
hit the player, son!
i'm the gatekeeper,
the soul-eater,
the key master,
i'm happy disaster!
stuck in the cut,
what what!
take my hand, take my arm,
sound the alarm! inhale my charm!
uh huh,
blended paint the fumes are high,
make me mad? kiss time buh-bye!
dont be silly,
parade freely!
but upset me,
ill eat ya like a grizzly!
fire burn hot
break it punt it kick,
fast gimmick,
you will shit a brick!
hit you with these words,
down on lock-down, boys,
shoulda known better than to
hit the player, son!
i'm the gatekeeper,
the soul-eater,
the key master,
i'm happy disaster!
stuck in the cut,
what what!
take my hand, take my arm,
sound the alarm! inhale my charm!
uh huh,
blended paint the fumes are high,
make me mad? kiss time buh-bye!
dont be silly,
parade freely!
but upset me,
ill eat ya like a grizzly!

so you think it's funny,
yeah you laugh alright,
but you are a dummy,
forget we were once alike?
the one with madness trying to survive?
damn right i'm nuts,
don't call me klutz,
i look dapper in my jacket,
it's all that matters,
going up the bracket.
a-tisket, a-tasket,
a bright and yellow basket,
don't forget,
unless you wanna be trapped in a casket!
yeah you laugh alright,
but you are a dummy,
forget we were once alike?
the one with madness trying to survive?
damn right i'm nuts,
don't call me klutz,
i look dapper in my jacket,
it's all that matters,
going up the bracket.
a-tisket, a-tasket,
a bright and yellow basket,
don't forget,
unless you wanna be trapped in a casket!

pursuing new technology,
a master psychology,
turning to rough corners,
a prisoner's quarters!
a former haven,
now where you all cave in,
into a twisted theology,
a red god of mystic mythology!
but to fight a god i got my voodoo,
blue tint, a bit cuckoo,
but we'll cut through,
with the master and his scalpel,
oh you wanna break through?
nuh uh, denied,
sucka watch the landslide,
imma glide,
majestic light,
yellow bright!
your fault is your pride,
come on this joyride,
feel the punctures in that rag-doll,
you call that backbone?
better luck next time...
...boy!
a master psychology,
turning to rough corners,
a prisoner's quarters!
a former haven,
now where you all cave in,
into a twisted theology,
a red god of mystic mythology!
but to fight a god i got my voodoo,
blue tint, a bit cuckoo,
but we'll cut through,
with the master and his scalpel,
oh you wanna break through?
nuh uh, denied,
sucka watch the landslide,
imma glide,
majestic light,
yellow bright!
your fault is your pride,
come on this joyride,
feel the punctures in that rag-doll,
you call that backbone?
better luck next time...
...boy!