...And Big Nasty Was Its Name-O

Yeah you can count on me
No in-between, cuz I'm a son of a gun
Ringin' out in these cobbled streets, goin' off

I object!
Your clown court, it's outta order
I don't want it
Scene's weak
Yeah, you can keep it
I don't want it

I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat

I'm givin' the business the bussiness, is what the fuck I do
A dirknap to salt the Earth
I fool no one
My world is good

I'm tellin' you, I'm gonna stomp it out
My word is good

All these vultures showin' up. It's bullshit to me
Pickin' the bones. You gotta be kiddin' me
Character hacks. They stab ya in the back. Stab ya in the back!
Are we here to have fun? Relax

There I was, outside, dumbfounded in the streets
Thinkin' what the hell does that mean to you or I?

Let those petty rivalries
The stink of jealousy permeating, die a death!
We don't trip out on fantasy in this wounded world of make believe

I came to have fun! I came in peace!
I fool no one! My word is good!

I fool no one
My word is good

These critics start beef. So weak
I don't want it. I don't want it

I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat
I'm gonna stomp it out
I'm gonna stomp it out like a heart-beat
'Till it stops