THE DESECRATION OF YOUR FANTASY
YOU AWAKEN IN FRONT OF A CASTLE WHERE YOU'RE NUN-CHUCKED IN THE ARSE FOR NO REASON
AND THE BLACK BELTS ONLY CHANGE THEIR CHUCKS ONCE EVERY SEASON
BOY YOU FRONTIN NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR ORB
YOU REALLY THINK IT MAKES YOU MORE THAN A MOERBE?
UNNE. YEAH. CHECK IT.
NOT EVEN A SOFT CAN LOOSEN MY SWORD
AND WHEN I UNSHEATHE MY XCALIBUR I EMIT A FJORD
THEY SAY THE LAND IS ROTTING FROM THE WEST
FROM THE UNHOLY VISAGE OF YO MAMMAS CHEST
WORD. TRUE SHEEYUT UP IN HERE YO
I UNLOCK SO MANY OPENINGS I MAKE THE MYSTIC KEY JEALOUS
TO PAINT THIS PICTURE CLEARER: I STORE MY ROD UP IN A TRELLIS
I STORMED THE CASTLE OF ORDEALS AND GOT THE RATS TAIL
BUT WHEN BAHAMUT TRIED TO PIMP MY RIDE I BROKE THE ECONOMIES OF SCALE
I HOPE YA'LL AINT DROWNIN UP IN YO PERSPIRATION FROM HOW INTENSE THIS IS SHEEEE-
I REQUIRE TWO FLOATERS FOR MY FAMILY JEWELRY
WHEN IM OUT AND ABOUT THEY CAST A SHADOW OVER DÚN LAOGHAIRE
CHAOS IS MY HOMIE WE TURN OUT ALL OF CONERIA LIKE A COUPLE OF PIMPS
YOU THINK YOU'RE THE LIGHT WARRIORS? THINK AGAIN YOU'RE THE LIGHT GIMPS
OHHHHHHHHHHH SNNNNNAAAAP
