He only needs one arm
If you’re unarmed
You’ll need a good luck charm to be unharmed
He can pack a punch that’ll make you yack your lunch
Unless you’re the fastest runner or blasting guns, keep your yapper shut
Might be in a casket once his wrath is done

Raids and sirens
Nobody safe or vibrant
Slaves of science, **** or violence
Graves are pilin’
Offer praise or silence under the crazy tyrant

The streets were consumed with panic
The fumes were rancid, puke was rampant
I pooped my pants and almost doomed the planet
The stench of the crap messed up the map
Cut Earth’s census in half
The military only offered a deal to spare me
For the skill to bury after I eat a meal with dairy

Groggy and sick with coughing fits
She wobbled and tripped and lost her wits
A costly kiss after coffee sipped
Only time before her body’s stiff
Got his missus seeing death
How much of an effect is Listerine or Crest
When he can split the sea by breath?

Only a geek in image
When he eats his spinach, an increase in fitness
He can make a demon grimace
If it doesn’t become a ceased existence
He’ll have it *** its britches
Needing stitches after getting beaten witless