[Verse 1: Detroit Leprechaun]

Life is like a dice game

One move and comrades go down in flames
But that's just 16 squares on the checkers board
It's always queen takes rook, but the hand is lord

A white palmed power ruling over the twin towers
Rolling the glaring snake eye to claim G5
Light is the head of he who owns the crown

The dragon of Princess King who helplessly cowers
Dashing plastic pawns are bound to get devoured
Double-jumped, it's rep-less taxation

As if they're in the capital of the nation
Thinned by man's own creation, our own lives lost
Pawns are rolling stones that gather no moss

Caught in the en passant and they're getting tossed
A lucky one shouts, "king me at the end!"
They're playing a game they don't even comprehend


[Verse 2: D'shon]
Death makes his moves right, so that you'll have nothing left,

The checkmate arrives whether or not you think you have a flight,
His strategy impenetrable like the 300 made men phalanx,
He sends out the pawns to depatch of the $$#ailants,

White crossing over to the black side by the second,
The hor!@&( ready to claim some new victims,
The bishops cutting across the ground to take over his kingdom,

Rain over the horizion cannonballs to his rooks,
Destroy destroy destroy, piles of rubble and soot,
"we must protect the king and queen" shouted before soldiers took,

A powerful crook, Judgement day has approached,
Run from the inevitable or die by the unstoppable,
Topple your king and give up while you can,

Cause no one gets out alive since the beginning of man.

[Verse 3: Lord Kismet]

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