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