Lyrics of 'The Midgetaur' by Nuclear Rabbit

I'll succeed it's a breeze
Or are ya gonna cry for momma

I'll succeed it's a breeze
Or are ya gonna cry for momma

I'll succeed it's a breeze
Or are ya gonna cry for momma

I'll succeed it's a breeze
Or are ya gonna cry for momma

You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting
He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening

Let's place our bets
You' ain't got a mutha fuckin' chance
Don't have enough gas
This is your last chance, chicken out
Your car may be fast
Spin of the wheel, a roll of the dice
You think you can last
Did you see the can
Saw the can, empty the can, man

By the skin on your ass
My money's on the midget
Can you last

One gallon challenge
There's a sucker born every minute
It's never enough gas
First you're gonna shit, then he's gonna kill ya
No matter how fast
No one will ever mock him again
Best take your last breath
The blood will rain, a sacrifice for his pain

By the skin on your ass, my money's on the midget
You're gonna be payin'

You know it's spooky, he's out there, he's waiting
He knows you and me, he's hungry, it's frightening

Let's place our bets
You stupid fuck, you're gonna die
Don't have enough gas
A lonely road, a little man thing
Your car may be fast
Eight legs, a thousand spikes
Do you think you can last
Do you think he can, I don't think he can
He's a dead man

By the skin on your ass, my money's on the midget
You last or your ass, you're gonna be payin' with it

I'll succeed it's a breeze
Or are ya gonna cry for momma

I'll succeed it's a breeze

I can hardly see, and this cannot be happening
And he has got me, this cannot be happening
The fear is so thick and the sight paralyzing
If I could just think there'd be a chance of surviving
The more fighting and screaming the tighter he's gripping
Spiked wrist bands discouraging my hopes of escaping
He's got his sights set on a future of torturing
I failed the damn challenge I bet the others are laughing

I got something I want you to see, you will fit in nicely
It's my true story, I am not fantasy, yes I too have my needs

All of the tales are coming back to me
The story of his failure is coming back clearly
He could play all the parts but his limbs were too stubby
Even had all the poses but looked dumb and stumpy
But apparently that day the devil was napping
Now I am the victim of tales i've been hearing
How he tried out and they all stood there laughing

It's a gift from me to me, I don't take rejection lightly
I'm the best you will agree, you are sure to like me

So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine
I cut and past, and cut and paste

So divine and it's all mine, it's all mine
I cut and past, and cut and paste