Napoleon Dynamite

The emperor, subjects, and his dogs

Fuck you all

Napoleon's dynamite blew up in his face

Yoo busy handin out plates, now get yourself a taste

Yum, gravy over lips seekin tongues

Price that you pay for thinkin e'rybody dumb

Green and googly wide-eyed and surprised

Brows and lashes, honey mustaches, fried bride

Effort to little hit now holla cry pride

When the opposition forces came to take him back BACK

(Always gonna be hounded fella, by the police)

Oh-me-oh-me-oh-my, we don't assume

Secretly you probably relate

Loud lung tyrant, now YOU be quiet

Husheth, thou dost protesth too mucheth

Your deeds are on file, take your testament is bupkis

I feel like Lazarus, steppin out the grave

To give reporters of his death, the world's greatest nay

It ain't hear or say, you can see it for your own two

Sucker or get close and feel it if you want to

But I know you, you won't and can't do

Seamstress and lies are bustin up your handle

Palms and fingertips on ultra-blister

You crossed a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher

Shell position fill your old tradition self

Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped himself

Now your project sinks up leakin

Hand over head and the sticky red is seepin

Weepin willow goin onry ape shit

Little homey onlooker shout,