The emperor, subjects, and his you all
Napoleon's blew up in his face Yoo busy handin out plates, now get yourself a Yum, gravy over lips tongues Price that you pay for thinkin e'rybody and googly wide-eyed and surprised Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried Effort to little hit now cry pride When the opposition forces came to take him back (Always be hounded fella, by the police) Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we assume
Secretly you relate Loud tyrant, now YOU be quiet Husheth, thou dost protesth too Your deeds are on file, take your is bupkis I feel Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give reporters of his death, the world's nay It ain't or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get and feel it if you want to But I know you, you won't and do Seamstress and lies are bustin up handle and fingertips on ultra-blister You crossed a good now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and himself Now your sinks up leakin Hand over head and the sticky red is Weepin willow onry ape shit homey onlooker shout,"He ain't gon' make it!" The moment where bullies God Dumb-ass, he on the scene all along to help you steer clear, you sped up to the climax The brick wall on your worse than Imax Heavy child I know you wish you never black Dante air blow you can't hijack Yes, but really I Let me step aside and let the EMS up the drecks Extra gore soak the medics to own asshole I pray on your soul now BEGONE~! on, to deeper brighter better and more