Someday I will dissect Zim
Spilling guts all over him
Teasing his while he's still concious
'Cause his pure evil makes me nauseous
But for now I can only pester him
His weapons are better; his brain's not dim
But what if Zim takes over the world?
His work will be over, his plan come unfurled
The Irkens will oppress us, make slaves of us, too
So, tell me, what am I to do?
If someday Zim wins, all I can do is call,
"I told you they were coming! I told you ALL!"