I'm gonna destroy and murder you..
You only optimist when your momma sings the blues
Well have I got news for you
I word punches so ill that people stuck like I was glue
one two buckle my shoe
I predict optimist doesn't have a clue
go sniff some fumes
your survival depend on keeping my instruments in tune
you get wrecked while i recreate this nature
so feel distressed when opto ain't no g stab him with his own dagger