Can you come a little closer So that I may be able to hear you better? Don’t run away Now that I have your attention Maybe I’m not making myself clear Or maybe we’re not seeing things eye to eye But I know you’re in there, Yo, This warning is real Don’t second guess it And here it comes I think it’s time to introduce The fat fist of death To keep on pushing And egging What the fuck did you think would happen? I’m not going to sit around to see what happens next So it’s bedtime muchacho