 Too hot to handle, too cold to hold. They called the ghostbusters and they're in control. Had a throwing party for a bunch of children. Well, all the while, the slime was under the building. So they packed up, regrouped, got a grip, came equipped. Grabbed their proton packs off the back, then they split. Run out of our ego, the master of evil. Try to battle my boys? That's not legal. They're in control. You know it. I said they're in control.