Cut and paste it,
taste it, waste it,
my head goes round,
dry ice and wet fire?
Begin the ease,
don't you wanna hate it?
You’re so prehistoric and manic,
what the matter?
Where’s the butter?
No
well you've seen me shakes it.
Don’t ever gift me a doll,
send me pet centipede.
I'm looking for trouble.
How to have a heart attack,
wait, I don't have one,
do you take mind?
Yeah, for heart attack?
No? Fine.
Never had trouble,
it’s just wash my hair.
I'm paralyzed,
can't call for help,
so just need to have someone to blame,
wait, I have me,
hiding under the bed,
and she’ll work.