Red rains fall from above
Go through the clouds planes and the sun
Flow from my fingers and clench my fists
Your head will implode and eyes turn to mist
You won't get away with this
You low life sack of piss
You won't ever sleep again
There is no world in which you win
Super Cash against Perfect Guy
Now my true strength will just pierce the sky
The best cook in all the land
Can't eat his arm, your fries are bland
You won't get away with this
You low life sack of piss
You won't ever sleep again
There is no world in which you win
You won't get away with this
You low life sack of piss
You won't ever sleep again
There is no world in which you win
Guy's grease god fist just may
Fall flat as I deflect, is this play?
My eyes are white, but I can see clear
I've transcended and now I have no fear
You won't get away with this
You low life sack of piss
You won't ever sleep again
There is no world in which you win
You won't get away with this
You low life sack of piss
You won't ever sleep again
There is no world in which you win
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