Rouxls Kaard

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] So the worms hath cometh out to play... Gah ha ha! Thoust fools! Beholdeth, Rouxls Kaard, thou're greatest adversary! [Verse 1] Thou crawleth from the dirt You fillest me with mirthe While mine puzzles shall fillst thee with fear! You struggle and toil You're filled with turmoil Bamboozledeth for one hundred years! Now thou seest The power of meest Your mind will SNAP as you quit- *Chimes* [Interlude] GOD. DAMN IT SURPRISETH! Welcome back, worms! Thou hast no hopeth now against mine even greater puzzle! Beholdeth! [Verse 2] Toile and pain Beholdeth mine domaineth As I slowly breaketh thine mind Thou arteth fools To challenge-e the rules A greatere foe thou'll never find- *Chimes* [Segue: Rouxls Kaard & Ralsei] Ah... Ah.. Ha...! Ha ha ha! That wasn'tst really mine ultimate puzzle! I haveth a wayst better one right... here! Can... can we see it? No [Part II] [Verse 3] Sometimes it gets real hard No one around here appreciates the Kaard Mayhaps thou shalt stop Take a little-e dip into mine hip shop [Verse 4] The duke of puzzles, that's me Servingeth the king obediently Mine hobbies includeth long walks in the dungeon And calligraphyest too, for fungeon [Verse 5] Shut up! Of course that rhymed! I should locketh thou up for the crime But I probably won't, let's be honest here 'Tis not exactly a cushy career [Verse 6] I'm the newest addition, the Kaard's a replacement The dukes before me are now in yon basement Ooh, look at you, on pinseth and needles Have I your attention, little water beetle? [Verse 7] I love the lords and ladybugs Arms spread wide leaning down for hugs For all who appreciate the sesquipedalian Who runneth rings arounde lightner aliens [Verse 8] Shut up! I'm still good at rhyming! For I am a master of dramatic timing! In glory and wit there is no equal! I hope I get more lines in the sequel [Verse 9] Thou're victory is just a fluke Everyone knows to bet on duke I'm nationwidesteth, I'm bad I'm at leasteth a number two dad [Verse 10] Get thee gone, I'm going on the scene The epitome of thine hopes and dreams Stilleth the duke of rhyming! My record's not marred Lyrical victory with only 32 bars [Outro] A neweth record Perfection incarnate, much liketh mine own self What, art thou still listening, worms? Have I that greateth an attraction? I supposeth I should not beeth surprised Yon fanbase hath some interesting ideas