Close your eyes because I’ve brought you gifts
I sent my 3-Horsemen to dethrone 2 stiffs
“The THINKER and LEGEND” have paid allies to win these warz
They don’t think very much, so I’m assigning chores
I sent my 3-Horsemen to dethrone 2 stiffs
The pounding of my landslide is really a gift
“Think long, think wrong” is my thinking song
I’ve dug some graves, for where you belong
“The THINKER and LEGEND” have paid allies to win these warz
If only they could count, they’d know the score
I shift my shape to a high plateau
I’ve watched my adversaries glow—how little they know...
They don’t think very much, so I’m assigning chores
This is thought-penetration, prevailing over yours
I’m leading my Horsemen with my ‘4 Horse-Stance’
Go now! Begin the assault (I've struck, cracking the asphalt)…
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
The THINKER’s invited to our lights-out show
This Page Inker’s ready to go…
As I sketch out cracks, he sinks below
I knocked on LEGEND’s door…
He thought I came for somebody else
(Talk about slow…)
“Poison Pen” prances in prissy, pitiful precincts
(Of pretentious polemics)
He’s an unpolished ‘pony-show’ filled with gimmicks
Gimme’ this…!
I bandaged 2 SMASHED-Worderers
Now their genetically, un-poetically fused together:
2 MASHED-Up words that slur…
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
Feel this stealth attack
7 faces get 1 mega-smack!
I’m 80-HD, riding off-track
So please forgive me, for my verbosity
I torched the room on 3
He’s always yapping about his dull ‘vernacular’
A 7th class Assassin’s not too spectacular…
I can see the nervous twitch of their thongs…
Hear the drums of our “War’z Songz”
DOOM! DOOM! DOOM!
I’m bending metal
This golden child has come to unsettle
Medal honors go to my General
He stopped me from dicing them in silver shrapnel
So I’ll pound on them with lead instead
In their heads, they’re already dead
They’ve posted adds for help to read what I said
My liquid metal lines freeze the tongue
I caused, "The THINKER’s frost"
You don't even have a job
But you want to be BOSS?
They’re fumbling in the sandbox trying to find what they lost
This pounding is their “Response-cost”…
DOOM!





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