[Intro, Groovy guitar riff] (Ahhh! Not again!) [Verse 1] I woke up chillin', sunny kinda day Till I saw that hissin’ tail slitherin’ my way Jumped on the bed, screamin’ out my doom Rubber fangs starin' at me in my room [Pre-Chorus] Gino’s laughin’ like it’s prime-time TV While I’m sweatin' like it’s World War III [Chorus, Shouted with attitude] Snakes, get off my plane! Snakes, get out my room! I don’t care if you’re fake or real, You bringin’ trauma and doom! Snakes, this ain’t a game! Gino, meet your doom! Next time I see a tail wiggle — I’m launchin’ it to the moon! [Verse 2] Now I’m watchin' every step I take Under couches, in the birthday cake He’s hidin' serpents like some ninja trap One day Gino, I’m gonna snap! [Pre-Chorus] Lookin’ sideways every time I hear a hiss Paranoia’s got me clenchin' my fists [Chorus] Snakes, get off my plane! Snakes, get out my room! Not a jungle, not a zoo, I’m not tryna meet my doom! Snakes, this ain’t a prank! It’s psychological gloom! Gino, bro, you're on thin ice — And I’m bringin' the broom! [Bridge, Dramatic guitar solo] (Yeah yeah, you think it’s funny now…) One day I’ll strike back, oh just you wait With a hundred rubber spiders on your plate [Chorus, Final Chorus with backup harmonies] Snakes, get off my plane! Snakes, get out my room! Messin’ with my nerves like boom boom boom! Snakes, your reign is done! Gino, you’re doomed! This snake war ends with a vroom vroom broom! [Outro, Spoken dramatically] Don’t trust the shadows… Not when Gino’s around.
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