I got a problem, maybe you can relate
I clean everything right off my plate
And now the weight is threatening to crush my bones
I feel them splinter with every step
Up the stairs, at town hall
And when your man-boobs finally crush this town
The neighboring village is woke by the sound
They start a collection and all pitch in
And pull survivors from folds of skin
The mayor delivers a rousing speech
To the hobbled townspeople in the streets
They'll send this crushed town up in flames
Rebuild it better on your remains
Up on the roof I start breathing in
I feel the air inflate my skin
Until I'm many times my size
I float until my spit starts to freeze
Count to ten, open my mouth