Clickety Clack

Clickety clack, clickety clack

Gather my things, and I quickly attack

Sword in my sheath, knife in my back

Keep enemies closer than where friends are at

Rose in my mouth, the petals are black

One armored suit, the metal's intact

Come fully strapped with a skull wooly hat

Just picture that, clickety clack

Now I find my location and unfold a map

My index inspects it and follows the path

My horse is on loan, and I borrowed a staff

From some mystical wizard, I will give it back

But I'm off to the races, my face has got cracks

Worn out and weathered like a red leather mask

I've been through the storm, future, present and past

Light as a feather, swift as a cat

Cold as a rock, you know not what you nicked from my sack

Little bastard, you'll get skinned for that

And you'll swim with the fishes once I finish this task

No strings attached, clickety clack

Kicked myself in the ass for not bringing my axe

But I've got the flash paper and one single match

Light won't escape me, a fire will catch

You'll beg and you'll plead, you'll scream and you'll scratch

But nothing can save you, you need to relax

I'll keep you alive for a while, feed you scraps

Love you like you deserve love, with some smacks

A kick and a slap, clickety clack

It's no longer personal, I'm simply detached

From what's hurtful, I need to keep my business exact

Separate beings, I can see our differences are vast

And I can't bridge the gap, clickety clack

Built a rickety raft out of twigs and some grass

And I made it to shore just before it collapsed

Salute to this mission, take swigs from your flask

Tilt your glass, pick your poison, I'm poised to be fast

On your scent, picked it up just by sniffin' the tracks

Kept my ear to the ground and heard snickers and laughs

Adding insult to injury for your criminal acts

Now the cost of your freedom is a liberty tax

You should have known better than to be mingling with rats

Got a lead to your shack from some gypsies in the trash

Cryptic interactions, I asked them to stick to facts

Made a trade and gave them everything that I packed

Now there's a brick through your window, kid, sift through the glass

Notice the note in which the brick was wrapped

Explaining that I know how you're quick to the dash

But it won't be very long before you slip in my trap

Like a moth to the flame with its wings in the wax

It's hard to escape with your limbs in a cast

Your heart will deflate when your wrists both get slashed

And gradually I snap these synapses in half

Magnificent crescendo, the cymbals all crash

You'll pay for your deeds, but we don't accept cash

We will mix and match this for that, tit for tat

Gonna get it, get it back, gonna getcha getcha back