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