If there's one thing I'm good at its making parodys. Look If you had One shot Or one opportunity To seize a boy in your enclosure In one moment Would you capture him Or just let him slip? Yo His palms are sweaty, knees weak, child's heavy There's a sniper on him already. mom's upsetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drag him, but he keeps on forgettin that he's been shot, the internet goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's dead', how, everybody's jokin' now The clocks run out, times up, dicks are out!