He's probably coming after you Hey little baby. . . he's getting crazy He's got a saber built for two
He's cutting throats He's chopping feet He's breaking legs all around (you're going down) He's slitting throats He's crushing feet He's snapping legs in every town
He said to Romy, "Why dontcha blow me?" She wasn't having any fun He wants to savor that killing flavor And he won't stop until he's done
Hey little baby. . . he's getting crazy No matter what age. . . he's on a rampage
