Hey everyone. It's time for another horrifying songfic. I think I'm getting a little better at these. I don't know. I like this one better than the first one, but not as much as the second one. Anyway, this one goes to the tune of "Smells like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana (Duh.). Okay, this one is just going to be about the characters, because I don't feel particularly creative enough to think of a better theme right now. I added Jhonen in there because it seemed a little plain without him. I'm not an obsessed fan. No. Well okay, just a little. Shut up. Read and review and…yeah. Oh, and the document manager messed up the stanzas, so it's a little hard to read. I tried to fix it. Sorry. READ!
Smells like an Insane Show
(Great title)
I wear contacts
And a hot wig
I'm so normal
with my green skin
I never yell
I drive the Voot
I'm so evil
Yet so damn cute
I'm bad, I'm bad, so bad, OH YEAH
I'm bad, I'm bad, so bad, OH YEAH
I'm bad, I'm bad, so bad, OH YEAH
I'm bad, I'm bad, so bad, OH YEAH
Here I am Earth
I will crush you
With my gloved fist
I bring you DOOM
I'm all angry
I will hurt you
With my gnomes and
Waterproof glue
I will hurt you
I will crush you
I'll destroy you
In this moose room
DOOM
I must work with
This puppy gig
I eat all day
And chill with pigs
I have a tongue
I ripped it out
Of a fangirl's
Wide-open mouth
Taco, taco, taco, taco
Taco, taco, taco, taco
Taco, taco, taco, taco
Taco, taco, taco, taco
I'm a robot
And I make noise
Calming down is
Not a choice
I'm so cute and
Hard to ignore
What the hell does
The 'G' stand for
A taquito
A burrito
Crazy taco
A monkey…oh
FOOD
I run around
chasing strange things
They're out to get me
Or at least I think
I have a scythe
On top my hair
I talk to guys
Who're never there
My head, my head, my head, is not big
My head, my head, my head, is not big
My head, my head, my head, is not big
My head, my head, my head, is not big I'm the hero
Everyone hates
I save the world
But get no thanks
I am short and
Not bologna
I spy on Zim
Every morning
I'm not crazy
I'm a drawing
Not a live thing
Is it ending
NO
I will appear
in the background
You know me well
Have my name down
I hate it all
Mostly the fans
Take out ray guns
And make them 'dance'
I write, I draw, I talk, I do stuff
I write, I draw, I talk, I do stuff
I write, I draw, I talk, I do stuff
I write, I draw, I talk, I do stuff
I'm the guy that
Thought up all this
I created
Zim, Gir, and Dib
I'm all skinny
And have red hair
They all hate me
And I don't care
A cartoonist
A weid artist
Cameo Kid
Finally end
END
