I'm gone in a flash,
I might make a crash,
I need to make trash,
While I twirl my 'stache,
Stab myself, a four-foot gash,
Hit myself until I'm mash,
Then run away in a dash,
Three pretty little women flirting,
Am I ready? I started jerking,
At your heart, it's barely working,
That's because you're just a dead corpse,
Doctor Frankenstein's throat is hoarse,
Because once he killed you with no remorse,
I ripped out his vocal cords,
Cauterize the wound with a torch,
He also blacked out on his porch,
You scared? There's the door,
You have to get past the war,
Between the spiders and a Trojan horse,
If you need some pot or alcohol,
You need to learn how to bounce off the wall,
So when you're smoking, you can also maul,
Get it now, you're my final assault,
After that, I'm gonna be gone in a flash,
I bet before we do that we're gonna clash,
So if we do, I'll empty your cache,
With bullets flying through and your brain stem is snapped.