shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the bling bling in his golden fortress slowly plotting the kings demise
mixing potions sifting powders watching with his evil eyes
body bleeding from socery that he performed
experiments of bloody torture literal plauge the people morned
he sends the lione hunting as he looks into the crystal
sees mods and ladies dancing at the new mods celebration
and he puts his fingers to his chin to plan his best suprise
smokes from brain bong sitting in his chamber room
the mod will die before this morning and liens will step out from the doom
15 years preceeded slowly bling spent his life alone
vowed on many sleepless nights that he would posess the throne
flaming liones hes riding to the powers supernatural
standing there with open arms the mod will drink the potion
