Get away from me, I want to catch her. Show me, how plump I am, how lame.
But at least I have a plan: get me a spray can, Poison class four,
can explode. It will hang in this spray, lame.
Done with dancing around on the tip of my nose, use my knee as a ramp,
my crown as a runway. Fly, i'm the boss here!
Ich werd dich töten mit ‘ner Granate.
Why does she never come to rest??!
Your movements are so jagged! From just watching it brings me to the edge!
Falls head-on, then across, she can't even land! One thing is clear:
Your absurd path is the goal. But I'm the boss here!
Und kille sie mit ‘ner Granate; she taps me again.
Tip me again, once again, once again …..
she taps me, she taps me….. ouaaaa……
I cry with exhaustion. Show me, how plump I am,
how lame.
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come over, just keep it up!
In the next second you'll be hanging!
Then the clumsy giant laughs, who can save himself from floods!
Even if too late.
This means, No, I've changed my mind.
I can't kill you.
I don't kill flies with grenades.
(5.8.21)