Lyrics Battle Royale - Da Poet

Holy marry mother of Joseph!
Ok!
Begin!
Do you call that a weapon, son?
If you know what's good for ya, you will run!
Time to inform your next of kin!
Godbless 'murrica!
That is how you win!
MERASMUS! (I'm inside your head!)
Wanna se a magic trick?
Presto, you're dead!
You will not be missed
Dominated, short pants
DISMISSED!
You shouldn't have even gotten outta bed
You want to hear something funny? You're dead
I'm gonna turn ya into colored rain
That helmet ain't gonna save ya
Aim for the brain
All your heads look bloody twelve feet tall
Dominated, ya jigglin' butterball!
Bloody hell, you're awful
I'm actually getting impressed
Nice try, mate
BUT I'M THE BEST!
Ooooh yeah, you're real scary
Dude, you'd get a closed casket at the ugly cementary
This ain't no spell, I am this good
I could do this for money, I don't, but I could!
How do ya like me now, blockhead?
Sorry, time's up, you're dead.
Still think you're funny, funny-man?
It was a mercy killin', ya like in a...
CAMPERVAN!
I'M BACK!
(ATTACK)
Keep crying baby
Is funny to me
My second opinion?
YOU'RE ALSO UGLY
3, 2, 1 GO!
(Mumbling and Heavy...)
You're all about to have a real bad day
Packin' up!
Outta mah way! Outta mah way!
Spy around here
Sentry going up
Giddyup now
To HELL!
I murdered your toys as well.
I'M B(L)ACK!
What did I miss?!
Not one of ya's going to survive this!
Thanks mister
Job well done!
Cheers mate!
Of course we won!
Eventually y'all gonna rustle up some sence.
You know where ya oughta hide next time?
Back in France!