Butcher

[raspy male voices] [choral singing] Our butcher fucking genius, With the 25 inch pennis, Stole from Persians throne, His balls are made of stone, With thirty cutthroats, wild and loud, They called a djinn from a smoky cloud, That bastard rose with a wicked grin, Waving a dildo as his mighty sin “Who dares to call me?” the djinn did cry, The butcher laughed,“It’s your time to fly! Chase those Persians, from dusk till dawn, Through sands and palaces, to royal Tehran!” The djinn went mad, his toy in hand, Smacking soldiers across the land, Through silk-lined halls, he'd scream and plow, “Run, you cowards! Who’s laughing now?” The butcher cheered, his crew in tow, As treasure and chaos began to flow, A throne of gold, they claimed with glee, Leaving legends on the burning sea. Now every port, from Hormuz to Spain, Sings of that butcher, both mad and profane, With a djinn by his side and no gods to atone, He rules the seas on a stolen throne [outro] [end]