You’re gonna die! I’ll tell you why: Bubbles! Bubbles!
My tools are clean! Bu that I mean: Bubbles! Bubbles?!
You’re in trouble, make it double, I’ll reduce you to mega rubble
I’m not subtle, grab a shovel, dig your grave or you’ll die in a big puddle
Oh, Mega Man you’ve messed with the wrong robot this time
Face my wrath, I’m gonna clean your clock with a big bubble bath
I’ve got soap and water too, I’m gonna mix it all together and make some bubbles
Which I’ll use for killing you!
You better shave if you don’t want to die with stubbles!
...on your face.
I will scuttle you with bubbles, pick up your limbs like a mime and juggle
You won’t escape my spiky aqarium of doom, and what’s more:
I had Chipotle for lunch, now there’s bubbles galore!
Bubbles full of poo poo gas; how else could anybody weaponize a bubble?
Poison bubbles from my ass; when you blow up they’re gonna see it from the Hubble!
Ah, Mega Man, you've finally arrived. Have at you!
[Bubble Man dies.]
