This is a song about "Defence of the ancients"

They bringing me fish and chips

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Before we see it's hard to live

Of the book of your life

Huh, man of the year, the man of the... work!!!

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>