Ì,m  ñøt  funñÿ I'm just dangerously serious

Like a killèr on the lôøšè

Run Children ,hidè under your beds,

Because when I enter I'm rippįñg everything to shreds,

The nightmarê your parents told you aren't real,

The pain you are bout to fèèl

As you watch me walk threw the dôôr

As I look for you,

Your praying under your bed,

Please God make it go away