This is a song about "Defence of the ancients"

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

I'm gon remember her, but still

Shaved of the face of the earth

We should fuck each others mothers

For the man of the hour

Poke out from behind her

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

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist