Good evening,
I\'m negative inner talking
I thwart you at the outset
I like to talk the loudest
I\'ve got a lot of lip
I give you so much stick
I\'m gonna sink your ship
The words \"RIP\"
Won\'t be writ
On your gravestone
I\'m gonna drone
On in you, forever!
Well, Mister
Not for much longer
I know an anaconda
Who can squeeze ya
Until your out of breath
You\'re staring death
In the face
You\'re gonna get waste-
-d!
Then you\'ll be devoured
Melted down for hours
In the stomach juices
That serpent is ruthless!