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King, word, wield my sword Narsil it's long,
Grit my teeth, swing till every orc's gone.
Got Gondor sewn, armored up spots,
Last thing I sweat's sucka Sauron's lot.
Move like the king when I roll, hops,
You try to flex, stab, another troll drops.
We gotta deal with this cause there's no way out,
Why? Sauron's evil ain't never gonna play out.
I got everything to lose, so much to gain,
In my brain, I got a kingly migraine.
I gotta win this tonight, you muthaf*ckin right.
Tighten my grip, check my army, keep my flanks tight.
So many hos on my jock, but I've got the morning star.
Big enough, I got a fifty thousand person town.
Bow to Mordor, I ain't goin for it,
Kiss my ass, bust the ass off the Nazgul.
Cause I don't wanna hear their crap,
Why? I'd rather be the New King ----- King