The kingdom of bang church, we war dance in flame I plunder, take you under to a world untamed Inside a world of all casinos and dame, the war machine Something moved in the graveyard, I break ya back frame How many fingers do you have? Ten, I murdered five men Yo, but these men were grim, on a microphone grin The night flasher, deception of king, I bring disaster Dark telepathy in the crypt, an Indian wasteland, a gun blaster Dark city, in the park late night, with something pretty Scars hate, several sugars suspenseful tear The monarch gritty, Splinter Cell, graveyard sleepwalker I rise from the terrorities of dark, to creep harder
Not necessarily, kind sir. I was reading your post and the word "plunder" triggered my musical mind, which, in turn, reminded me of Holocaust's clever song entitled as such. I then decided to recite you with this song as a sonnet to get in your pants. PANTS.
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I plunder, take you under to a world untamed
Inside a world of all casinos and dame, the war machine
Something moved in the graveyard, I break ya back frame
How many fingers do you have? Ten, I murdered five men
Yo, but these men were grim, on a microphone grin
The night flasher, deception of king, I bring disaster
Dark telepathy in the crypt, an Indian wasteland, a gun blaster
Dark city, in the park late night, with something pretty
Scars hate, several sugars suspenseful tear
The monarch gritty, Splinter Cell, graveyard sleepwalker
I rise from the terrorities of dark, to creep harder
HOLOCAUST!!!!!!
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