Hahahaha, yeahhh!

Torture puny humans

Torture homie! WHAT?

I'll frickin' I'll frickin', I'll frickin'

Tie you to a frickin' flagpole

Get your dress all dirty 'n' stuff, right? (yeah)

Put a large lava pit right next to you

And let that mess sit for like a half an hour, (wooooo!)

Let that crown of yours melt

Get your makeup running

Yeah, yeah I'll straight-up get a pit with some robotic fish in it

Just like, two or three identical bright red and yellow robotic fish

And if you try to jump over I'll have like

Four pure white spikes in a straight line

Each about six feet tall, (whaaat?)

That you'll land in and be like

"Dwung!"

Ha ha ha, I'll frickin' I'll frickin' put a mansion in your way

And fill it with hundreds of unkillable ghosts

And while there's like, a clear way through unfortunately

There's gotta be at least twenty

Maybe thirty minutes of seriously confusing puzzle-platforming. Hahaha!

I'll hide your emeralds at the end of a nine mile long

SPIKE FILLED HALFPIPE BITCH!

What's uuuuuppp?

I'll sew your goddamn buttcheeks together

And just keep feeding you (oh)

And feeding you, and feeding you, and feeding you, and

Whoa, yo yo yo dude!

That's gross, man

That's gross

That is gross

I'm sorry man, I-- (gross)

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore

How the hell did we end up in this boy band?

Right? I feel like I'm losing my edge, dawg

I haven't even built a giant version of my face in like, three months

Yeah I don't know

Maybe we just need some therapy or something, huh?

I mean

Whatever, just run the track

Run the track baby