Feast your eyes upon my art-senal!
Twelve colored pencils, ready to make your paper bodies my canvas!
Let us see you dodge THIS!
I've armed my missiles, my targets locked on to you!
Heaven rains with pencils that leave you crying, "Sacre bleu!"
Ain't got no time for you philistines
Now you will die by my artistic crimes!
You can't tell art from a hole in the ground
Now comes the part where the plumber goes down!
Glance up at the sky and you'll see the depth of your plight!
Watch your head! Don’t meet your doom! Those colored pencils go ‘KA-BOOM!’
You better look sharp and draw your weapons for a fight!
Give this pencil case a show! You can do it, Mario!
I'm a 12-pack of colors, but when I'm done, the streets will run with red!
Don't you slip. Dull his tips. Don't let him give you more lip!
You'll be half that many feet under
To the king, I'll bring back your head!
He's run his course, now kick his shorts! (They're metaphorical, of course!)
Shoot my missiles up your derriere
You stand no chance against Jean-Pierre!
Missiles fling. People sing. Hail the Origami King!
I'll scribble you back down the stairs, these colors run; you best be scared!
All the same, he'll end your game. Glory to King Olly's name!
You can't hope to stop my mighty ROY G BIV barrage
Now I’ll make you drop faster than the lift I sabotaged
This is the part where you fall to my art
You were doomed from the start
You aren't all that smart!
I've got it made
You are in an air raid
No one will come to your aid
I've got missiles in spades
You're RED so easily
ORANGE you tired of dodging my blows?
Color puns?! That's it, I'm done. Maybe last game they would have been fun!
You sure aren't YELLOW
But GREEN the facts, it's the end of the show!
Don't give in! You have to win! Throw that guy into the bin!
I'll leave you BLUE, Get a clue, it's time you INDIGO
Give him space. You got this, ace. Grab the lid and close the case.
I'll PURPLE the trigger, and you will fall to the Rainbow Roll!
Hey, that's not fair! Wait, over there! Grab those pencils outta the air!
You should have stayed in the elevator
Now I’ll scribble out you haters!
Missiles fling. People sing. Hail the Origami King!
When you're banged up by my tracers, you'll need more than an eraser!
All the same, he'll end your game. Glory to King Olly's name!
Zut alors! My lid is closed! I cannot stop my missiles!