Troll over

 Another stupid cunt asked me to roll over and do a trick;

she refused to bind the Titans, nor didst she homage the Exorcist.

Why don't you troll over as I con your addled bows into bricks --

making a yellow submarine wall to UFO the 4chan-lists.

No, I can't behave, I berave and cackle like the banshee;

make me, bitch, and be more Wicked so I could pay some 

Attention whored bitcoins, branded as Hedons in  Azylon, hee.

I will have my way, and you'll be stampede upon to Kingdom come.

Steampunks are cool, better than some holy paladins chants;

as I recant, trotting with the Ogres and Orc Amazons for some Haggas;

Troll over, to get my head on, or I will berserk without my pants...

Only those, who can raise the stakes, holding their enemies sculls Mathers.

I'm gonna summon Kitsune Hime and Kemuri-Onna to play on shards of Clay;

and you are, oh that's right -- too ordinary. to get my running-fringe lulled bias.

Be aware, then you play in the dark, hide and seek in Schwartzwald, for a coldplay; 

I may snatch your shadow and store it under the roots of a Spruce Allmighty XOS