You're a mean one, Mr. Lich
You really are undead
You're as cuddly as a dragon,
You're as charming as the dead
Mr. Lich
You're a bad spellcaster with a greasy black squid
You're a monster, Mr. Lich
Your tank's an empty slut
Your skull is full of spiders,
Your puppet strings are cut, Mr. Lich
I wouldn't touch you with a
Bra-stuffing vampire butt
You're a vile one, Mr. Lich
You have roaches in your smile,
You have all the sustained interest of a Climb-filled chapter file
Mr Lich
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the Climb-filled chapter file
You're a foul one, Mr. Lich
You're a metal-chomping mole
Your hand is full of dead grasped hearts
Your butler's full of swole
Mr Lich
The three best words that best describe you,
Are as follows, and I quote
Death, life's goal!
You're a rotter Mr Lich
You're the king of sinful tombs
Your heart's a bright red circle; to its purpose we assume
Mr Lich
Your home is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
And it has way too many rooms
You nauseate me, Mr Lich
With a world-class super nos
You're a skelly jerky jockey and,
You drive a skelly horse
Mr Lich
