Just like my chains,
That whole man's frozen in ice
Yes, paradise would be nice,
But I guess the crown will suffice
Big A won't go down without fights,
No, this clown will take flight
Then he's stompin' on goombas
Like he consumed the skooma's delights
Yeah, it's true he's too nice with it
They're rollin the dice like,
"Quick, maybe if he slips then our life will exist"
Mario with a knife in his fist, he slice, dices then splits
"Alright," he admits,
"these Koopas need their troopas
To fight the might of my fist"
Seek and you shall find
Follow me inside
Everyone dressed in white
Leave all your tears behind
Castle crashing down
Floating in the clouds
Paradise is found
Forget you ever lost it
Seek and you shall find
Follow me inside
Everyone dressed in white
Leave all your tears behind
Castle crashing down
Floating in the clouds
Paradise is found
Forget you ever lost it