The Midgetaur

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 fuckin' 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 ass

My money's on the midget

Can you last

One gallon challenge

There's a sucker born every minute

It's never enough gas

First you're gonna shit, then he's gonna kill 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 ass, 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 fuck, 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 ass, my money's on the midget

You last or your ass, 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 paralyzing

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