[Intro: Mustard, Violent J]
One week
Twelve mimes
This week
(Awake)
I have one week
One week
Twelve mimes will die
Twelve mimes will die
(Revenge is mime)
Twelve mimes
Twelve mimes will die
Revenge
(Twelve people will die thginot)
Twelve mimes will die
[Verse 1: Mustard]
I have nightly thoughts of mimicide, I’m sick of trying to fight this
Climb inside a mime’s house with some dynamite sticks
Time to blow him into bits, he’s gonna die tonight, it’s
Because I know my life will be all bliss while he’s lifeless
Smash in all the teeth, put in explosives instead
Strike a match, light the wick, it explodes, and he’s dead
Watch the flying pieces as the skull is blown into shreds
It doesn’t match the pandemonium that flows in my head
Because I'm a sick cat, chop a mime with a rusty axe
Poison one with anthrax, melt his skin with candle wax
Stab a hole in his chest, take out all that is inside
Until I possess a bloody pile of dead mime
I act with no remorse, make a new listing on eBay
Highest bidder gets the corpse, auction's over after three days
The winner gave me his address so I could send him what he won
But he was a mime, so I show up with a loaded gun
Bam! Bam! Bam! Brains on the wall
Eyeballs fall out the skull and roll down the hall
Another mime walks up, and he slips on the guts
With a look of disgust as he falls on his butt
And then I do what I must, and with my finger on the trigger
Put the barrel to his head, but then I stop to reconsider
Should I stop? But my thoughts of doubt are gone within a moment
So I pull it, put the bullet through his head, paint the walls red
[Chorus: Mustard]
You're gonna die, if you're a mime
If you’re a mime, you’re gonna die
You're gonna die, if you're a mime
Kill a mime, kill a mime
If you’re a mime, you’re gonna die
You're gonna die, if you're a mime
If you’re a mime, you’re gonna die
Kill a mime, kill a mime
[Verse 2: Mustard]
I jump down into a mime’s chimney to his fireplace
And pump flammable gasses into the entire place
So next time the mime walks into the acquired space
I light a Zippo, and now they’ll have to nickname him Fire Face
A mime set an appointment at the doctor for medical care
I tell him to come into the room and then sit in the chair
He leans back, relaxed, completely unaware
The real doctor is gone, he’s in his office playing solitaire
There’s tools on this table I could use to cut a face open
Drill until the blood flows out his head like an ocean
Ibuprofen won’t help, the staff checks in on the commotion
Find a mime sitting in a chair with his neck broken
Stab another with a knife and make random incisions
Take his organs out and put them back in random positions
Make him so dead, he’s gonna need like eighty morticians
Then charge admission for an exhibition of decomposition
Shot a mime in the arm and told him, “try to stay calm”
I trapped a mime in an invisible box with a bomb
I met a mime getting coffee, and officers couldn’t stop me
I got a job at the shop just to poison him, no one caught me
Now there’s a mime in the park, performing just before dark
Somehow no one sees when I decapitate him with something sharp
That’s my technique to kill twelve mimes in a week
Then I jolt awake, I imagined all that in my sleep, aw
[Outro: Violent J, Insane Clown Posse]
Mime, mime, mime
Mime, mime, mime, mime
Mime, mime, mime
Mime, mime, mime, mime
Barely breathing, cracking voice
Only God will make the choice
Of who will die and how we’re punished
Not a jury or a judge
