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MC Frontalot
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The Council Of Loathing
After all I've done for the council, they'd so soon be rid of me.
Give me a million meat I'll only squander it — promise you — gambling, angling to shut down my entanglement. Honest to goodness, wish I could quit The Kingdom, leave it. I'd sing like how you hear some people sing when they're happy about something, hearts bursting open. But I find that each ascension, I get reborn holding tokens instead of gripping onto everlasting peace. Level one and fighting rabbits. Nothing for a feast. Nothing for the thirst. Armor is wack. A familiar bar basement, turning off the tap for the rats. Stocking up on gum and string. Got a long life ahead, deja vu: what it may bring. Yet I can't put it down till the crystal breaks, and by that time I'm an old stick figure, got stakes in the world as it stands, don't want to leave it, but I must — because I plague it, as the council would conceive it. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Nuts to dyin'! I like lingering more. Just because the councilmembers think the monsters are a chore and (just because I draw them into being) reach accord that I should be banished? Yo I should be adored. What's more, their monarch's liberty problem persists if I don't take matters up into my fists, my instruments and my cooking utensils, and cease the sorceress's reprehensible dissemblance: make her show her sausage. Fight it with my wand. Might sound a little dirty but the creatures like to spawn. And if I adventure at all, I find a few before long. Barely notice them now, I'm so sneaky and strong. So the council requests I desist? I'm unwilling. Take the basement to its bottom 'fore I vanish. Am I still in The Kingdom though tempted by plexiglass? You could give me a million meat, it won't last.
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