Text: Voltaire. Worf's Revenge.

i'm the order of the bat'leth, son of kahless
your family has no honor, but i couldn't care less
i was born to kill federation swine
and i celebrate with a barrel of blood wine

i drink the raktajino, i eat the gagh
and when my homie's get the stov'okor i yell 'qaplah!'
cuz i'm the chief commander on a bird of prey
i wake up every morning, now to own the day

i'm the mac-dad klingon when i beam onboard
i was at the signing of the kubimeh accord
i never sweat about a romulan too
it's just a limp-wristed vulcan with a bad attitude

and they slide
and they were telling lies
a shout out to martok, who lost an eye
to the dominion and the jem'hadar minions
i'm on them like a transwarp engine

fear my snarl
heed my speech
watch me blow like a warp core breach

i'm not a lonely, white p`tahk
like that barclay guy
i don't need a holodeck to get a paw on my cock
cuz when the ladies see the beast i got between my thighs
they say 'perhaps today is a good day to die.'

i hit ezri, troi, judzia too
watch out janeway i'm coming for you
cuz i'm the mac-dad klingon with the humanoid bitches
cuz my head's not the only part of me that's got ridges

i've got the visions of kronos on my mind
i've got visions of kronos on my mind
i get visions of cardassia on my mind
and then my boot smells like gul dukat's behind

i hate the tribbles, those little furry shits
but i love my klingon bitches, cuz they got three tits
i've got a dagger and a bat'leth in my hand
if you were any other man, i'll kill you where you stand
i'll kill captain kirk
i'll kill picard
i'll bitchslap riker like a klingon targ
cuz my name is worf, i'm the son of mogh
ex-federation officer and klingon rogue
qaplah!