Oh, look who's back, its the facial-haired false friend
How about you get out of here while I put these freaks to bed
You're scarier than these two! You're a sadistic selfish sexualised stalker But those rhymes are old and stale like you! Forget the lube, you need a walker!
Though maybe I'll step back, watch you three kill each other
Then I slip in undercover and spit bars against their mother
Now, she looks like an easy target so while I go hurt her
Tweedle-C and Tweedle-bug, sleep with Six and YOU'LL get the chestburster
So I'll take the prize while you take Pink's assimilation
Though, let that clone in your hive and you'll get mental degeneration
But you have that anyway so I guess it's not my problem
Go feast on her love: I'm almost positive its all rotten
A creep against changelings? Whoever loses, everyone else wins
But it looks like four's a crowd so I'll let you three begin
I lift twice my weight so I'll bring down the place
Right after beating the big girl! Chrissy, show your face!