I'm tryna push through it, hopin' all of the glares are "I'm real impressed" stares
'Cause this hurts like hell, must've been crazy to pick this cosplay
Not one weekend, six weekends, the in-between weeks too
Man, I'd be real annoyed, might start breakin' things if nobody's real sure
What I'm dressed as, geez, I can barely breathe
But I can't loosen it, see, it would fall right off me

So I, I hope that I don't fall since I cannot walk nat'ral
With all of these spikes that hurt glued on me
Was such a pain to put on this costume, yeah, I'm wishin' that I was you
A Rocket Grunt suit's far more easy

This is a self-inflicted hell but I'm still proud of my costume
I walked through hell to hurt myself but I'm still proud of my costume
Made by myself, had zero help so I'm still proud of my costume
Might hurt like hell but it looks swell so I'm still proud of my costume

This took a lot of glue, tad worried that the fumes are gettin' to me
It's asymmetrical, I should be leanin' but I feel straight as can be
Feels so indecent although all my skin has been painted blue
Normally I'd avoid somethin' that's this complex, I guess I can be lured
With enough money since it does feed me
Still, I hope that I don't meet the designer, they'd bleed

Man, I, I hope the staples hold, pretty hard to act nat'ral
When half of your outfit bursts, not pretty
The third day straight of wearin' this costume, so far nobody's been so rude
To poke it hard or throw things at me
But I, I can't say that at all, won't tempt fate, just stay nat'ral
And try to walk through these nerds around me
That's not to say that wearin' this costume exempts me from that label, dude
Just gettin' mad that they move slowly

A sweaty hell, I hate the smell but I'm still proud of my costume
So tight as hell, might harm my health but I'm still proud of my costume
The people tell me I look swell so I'm still proud of my costume
Still tell myself "Next year? Like hell will I make a sim'lar costume"