You're listening to one of the most sinister sounding intros to One of the greatest epics ever Produced, so sit back, relax, and enjoy One man army, wage war on an A4 With the force of a chainsaw, leave your brain sore And you can pray to your saint, lord, or nail boards to your door I'll leave your career deader than Kreayshawn's Frontline runner and I came for Everything in sight, here to make your day short Skull crusher, kiddy cult buster Bye bye bae bay city roll past ya If you think it's all laughter Ask Syllabollix who brings a disaster Every line's got the spite of a python That bites like I'm Tyson, fight like a bison The last of a breed that is dying Creep like a tiger, breath like a lion Make your mind bend like you eat psilocybin Then I'm out like a thief when the night ends Give it to 'em