Lyrics
That's it, you beat the game
All those minutes seemed to fly
Did you think of all the bad guys you made cry?
No remorse
We will miss you dear player
Blah blah something I can't rhyme
For realsies you couch potato
Thanks for all your time
Thanks for your time
Yeah, you really showed 'em
From beefy hunks to little squirts
Nothing marks a badass like
Kicking things in a skirt
Or shorts
We will miss you dear player
Blah blah something I can't rhyme
For realsies you couch potato
Thanks for all your time
Where were all the parents during
Such violent escapades?
Where were they?
Who gives brass knuckles to a teen girl anyway?
Yeah, who does that?
For realsies you couch potato
Thanks for all your time
Thanks for your time
Aw, it's over