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I fell from the light, talk or should I fight?
Monster genocide, this my Undertale.
I fell in a cave on Mount Ebott
I met an evil talking flower in a pot
Explains the plot
Wants me dead, wants me to rot
Toriel saves me, takes me to her home
And hooks me up with a brand new monster phone
Leaves me alone
But I escape and meet some bones
Should I be a pacifist?
Or should I use my fists?
I'm feeling evil, think I'll kill em all.
I want to wipe out the monster race
I've got no patience, I've got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue.
I fell from the light, talk or should I fight?
Monster genocide, this my Undertale.
I'll slaughter Undyne, I'll waste who I choose
With all this EXP theres no way that I'll lose!
Now watch me move
I won't stop I'm feelin rude.
Asgore is shaking, he hears my approach
I'll slaughter Sans & squash his bro like a roach.
Chara's my coach, all these monsters I will poach
Im feeling evil, think I'll kill them all.
Im homicidal and I've got a taste
I want to wipe out the monster race
I've got no patience, I've got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue.
Burnt pan, toy knife
Use a stick to take your life
Tough glove, ballet shoes
Epic fight like front page news.
King Asgore wants to collect human souls.
Seven of them is his ultimate goal.
Open the door to humanity's realm
Start a new world
HUMANS OVERWHELM!
Im homicidal and I've got a taste
I want to wipe out the monster race
I've got no patience, I've got no resolve
I will slaughter, screw the dialogue.
He heard the news, he did not like it at all
Hired Pinkerton to track us down
Forcing our gang to become nomadic
Needless to say we were frantic
After a violent bank heist in Valentine
Our loose knot of lives quickly became untied
John's son Jack was kidnapped, given to Bronte
Used Jack as leverage to make us all pay, Dutch refused to obey
We got ♥♥♥♥ on our plates, but we can solve 'em
For 1899, just first-world problems
We all must stick together, not lose our ♥♥♥♥ if we are to survive
John goes to jail while we sail off to Cuba
The ship sinks, we get stranded on Guarma
A revolution starts and we escape back home
Dutch seems really off, he's more violent-prone
His sense of humanity's gone
For 1899, just first-world problems
We all must stick together, not lose our ♥♥♥♥ if we are to survive
Rescued John and begged him to leave
Start an honest life with his family
I have tuberculosis, will die watching the sun rise
Dutch went nuts, but was no bad guy
It was Micah who served the ♥♥♥♥ sty
One day Dutch will double-cross Micah, John'll finish him
We got ♥♥♥♥ on our plates, but we can solve 'em
For 1899, just first-world problems
We all must stick together, not lose our ♥♥♥♥ if we are to survive