Betty Phage Goes to Bronxton

How many licks can you take with the lemmings?
Maybe enough to find your chewy center but it’s
Bazooka bile, microscopic homocide.
Somewhere along the shores of the city
The new shipment of power-ups and yummy stars
Got neglected and soured they ate it anyway
Now, the cavalry has arrived
The glory of death on eight wheels
The
Security of disease is compelling
But then, you’ll find sanity ain’t pretty baby
Can’t hide your soul in a gift shop fanny pack
The creepy crawlers ooze from the ceiling
Looking for cash and power over innocents
Extermination can and should be a two-way street
Universal consciousness
When the plague is over we will set
A fire, light the night up
When the fire eats the land up
It will not hurt us
It’s Betty Phange with a can of ass whoopin' and a bat
Better find cover for your bitch-ass and a bunch of friends
Here comes Betty Phange rollin' up to Bronxton and we’re glad
To be liberated from a quarantined eternity in glass
Once upon a time in Hell
A scrappy little princess awoke and she said
«Hey, get outta my face!»
Greedy
Filthy
Fucker
You’d better watch your back
As we rise up from the swamp of mind-leeching bacteria
Here comes Betty Phange
It’s been so great servicing this land
Now all the other buggers must
Die