You say I'm on the floor dying?
But I'm not even close, you're f*cking lying!
Out of my way boy, it's time to clear the street.
It may be hard to face me, so try to stay on your feet.
This battle you have no chance of winning.
I'm probably going to hurt your feelings.
But you know what son? I do not care, for your fancy mechanical wheelings!
See I'm the king of this board.
You can't hope to stand against the hoard.
Cause I'll beat you down with an ugly stick.
And send you right back to your Lord!
Run while you still have the chance.
I'll soon be crawling under your skin.
You'll never be able to win this dance!
Cause I'm Coryn F*cking Sken!