My toes are made of light bulbs, my eyes are made of glass.
And from a thousand miles, I can see a blade of grass.
My stomach’s made of chainsaws, it’s loud when I’m deprived,
Of food and goods, it can be dangerous, and eat me from inside.
My fingers are like knives of steel, my hands are ammunition.

My thumb pops up, becomes a gun, I’ve got good intuition.
My nose has built in filters, my lungs are made of steel,
When people see my all that they can think is, I’m surreal.
My brain is a computer, my arm a metal shield.
My entire body’s bullet proof, I’m good on the battle field.
I can fly, up north, in seconds, or coast my way down south,
of all parts, the part of me, most dangerous, is, my mouth.