The Midgetaur Lyrics

I'll succeed it's a breeze



Or are ya gonna cry for momma



I'll succeed it's a breeze



Or are ya gonna cry for momma



I'll succeed it's a breeze



Or are ya gonna cry for momma



I'll succeed it's a breeze



Or are ya gonna cry for momma



You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting



He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening



Let's place our bets



You' ain't got a mutha fuckin' chance



Don't have enough gas



This is your last chance, chicken out



Your car may be fast



Spin of the wheel, a roll of the dice



You think you can last



Did you see the can



Saw the can, empty the can, man



By the skin on your ass



My money's on the midget



Can you last



One gallon challenge



There's a sucker born every minute



It's never enough gas



First you're gonna shit, then he's gonna kill ya



No matter how fast



No one will ever mock him again



Best take your last breath



The blood will rain, a sacrifice for his pain



By the skin on your ass, my money's on the midget



You're gonna be payin'



You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting



He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening



Let's place our bets



You stupid fuck, you're gonna die



Don't have enough gas



A lonely road, a little man thing



Your car may be fast



Eight legs, a thousand spikes



Do you think you can last



Do you think he can, I don't think he can



He's a dead man



By the skin on your ass, my money's on the midget



You last or your ass, you're gonna be payin' with it



I'll succeed it's a breeze



Or are ya gonna cry for momma



I'll succeed it's a breeze



I can hardly see, and this cannot be happening



And he has got me, this cannot be happening



The fear is so thick and the sight paralyzing



If I could just think there'd be a chance of surviving



The more fighting and screaming the tighter he's gripping



Spiked wrist bands discouraging my hopes of escaping



He's got his sights set on a future of torturing



I failed the damn challenge I bet the others are laughing



I got something I want you to see, you will fit in nicely



It's my true story, I am not fantasy, yes I too have my needs



All of the tales are coming back to me



The story of his failure is coming back clearly



He could play all the parts but his limbs were too stubby



Even had all the poses but looked dumb and stumpy



But apparently that day the devil was napping



Now I am the victim of tales i've been hearing



How he tried out and they all stood there laughing



It's a gift from me to me, I don't take rejection lightly



I'm the best you will agree, you are sure to like me



So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine



I cut and past, and cut and paste



So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine



I cut and past, and cut and paste