There are many who'd deny
At what I do I am the best
For my talents are ignored far and wide
But when it comes to destroying
In the moon lit night
I excell without ever even trying
With most of my efforts
Of my Irken charms
I have pushed the greatest off their feet
With the push of a button
In a Battle Mech 5
I have blown the very greatest off their feet
Yet year after year
It's the same routine
And I grow so hungry
For the sound of screams
And I, Zim!
The Shortest Irken, have grown so tired of the same old defeat
Oh, somewhere deep inside of the bones
An eagerness began to grow
There's a world out there
Far from my home
A conquering that I've never known
If you dare me to a fight
You'll soon see the light
And I'll zap you right out of your pants
In a battle on Vort
I raded the wrong fort
And then some years later
I was banished to a food court
Thank God I'm not dead
Man, that kid has a big head! (A/N: that line sucked but he was talking
about Dib)
I resite Shakpearian quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my realsailtitions
But who here
Would ever understand
That the shortest Irken with the maniac grin
Would be in need of a crown
If they only understood
I can't think of a line, so anyone who could help you could (A/N: lol)
Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The scorn and hate come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears

That sucked. Oh well.