Riktigt namn:
Albin Civilstatus:
Singel
Läggning:
Straight
Intresse:
Nörda
Bor:
Själv
Politik:
Liberal
Dricker:
Te
Musikstil:
Deathcore
Klädstil:
Svart
Medlem sedan:
2010-04-09
You call yourself a Dark Lord? You couldn't even conquer Space Mountain!
You're just a sad, asthmatic robot freak who needs some loving!
Well, I baked you something; here, pop into my oven!
I'm real! You'll find me making vacancies in brothels, While you only exist inside the pages of a novel!
You were kept for ages in a hovel, Contained within a cage behind a locked door while I never got caught,
So who's the superior serial killer, Doctor Lecter?
I'm still wanted; you're forgotten. People these days are watching Dexter!
So God protect ya from the Hell I've spread upon us.
Your glory days are over. The Oracle shoulda told'ya.
I'll kick your wrinkly dick back in your toga like "Opa!"
Here, take these drachma for your eyes.
When you get to River Styx, tell your three-headed bitch I say hi.
Speaking of bored, you're the worst! Dropped out of school, but you can't drop a verse!
I could have spent that time better. In eight bars, I can write a whole best-seller!
I'm so prolific. This sickly goblin won't be bothering me. I'm on a clobbering spree! And I'll be smacking you with any of the big thick books in my big dick bibliography!
See, I'm the author with the blood and gore lore galore that'll horrify a reader to the core!
Fame? Money? Talent? Success? You'll always have less, nevermore
Okay, I see. You wanna make it like that?
I'll smack that warmongering head out of your to-go box hat! So here's the real golden rule: I'm way above you weak rookies.
Confucius say, you can all hold these fortune cookies!
You talk a lot of shit for a man wearing a diaper. I heard you had poison spit. Where was it in this cypher? 'Cause all I hear is threats from a brute with no discipline, and I'm ruling over you like a boot full of my citizens! And you should take your cow skin shield and hide under it! You're fucking with the most triumphant third of the Triumvirate!
I'm first of the empire and last of the republicans, and hunting you, accompanied by legions of my countrymen! Ask my kidnappers if I'm just a shit talker.
Doc J dunk on you like Boom Shakalaka! So don't go rattling your sticks at me!
If I wanted to shake spears, I'd waggle my biography!
C'mon, they chopped your head off and they hung it from a rope.
The only legend you left was your prohibition on soap!
I mean, that rat nest beard's trapped so many crumbs, This bum could get marooned and still eat lunch for a month!
I'm the emcee assassin, slash like Edward Kenway!
Rap so hard, call me Al...dente.
Cowabunga, dude, so let's get it on. Reptiles against the fathers of the Renaissance.
We got the classical technique,To kick these three-toed freaks back under the street
I take a turtle and I turn him into mincemeat. You don't really wanna step to da Vinci
I love the ladies, I like to keep it mellow, So let me pass the mic to my man, Donatello.