Im a million bullet trains derailing
Try to get in my way, lets see if you can slow me
Checkmate, my mate's been checked in
A separate culprit in the dugout asking me for sin
If life's a lecture your tapes is in the garbage bin
I've seen the reruns, watched the bloopers
I'm telling you its all just shit
I took you to your mothers house
And I served you for dinner
Wearing my striped shirt
Yeah they call me The Ringer
I took you to your mothers house
And i served you for dinner
I was wearing my striped shirt
Thats right, they call me The Ringer
Satan's here
I'm a million bullet trains derailing
Try to get in my way, lets see if you can slow me