Mr. Sunshine, you’re no friend of mine
Intruding into darkness spreading light of the divine
Though I’m just a crystal head I’m gonna stay ahead,
You’re still mortal while I’m never going to be dead
I followed my epic destiny, you’re not even on the right path,
You intrude upon my lair and now your gonna face my wrath,
You were a handsome man before you got spell scarred,
Yet you’re gonna look twice as ugly after facing this bard
The fact that you are so weak is of no surprise
I’m sweeter and smarter and I’m much more wise (punk)
You think you are good, but you act all bitter,
I’m so much older than you, you can call me your baby sitter
You hide in shadows, yet you say you don’t show fear,
How about you turn yourself invisible and just disappear
Even without a body I still get more done
You call that a mark, it hurts more to stare at the sun (son)
You’re trapped in armor, just like a tin can,
You do better acting like a school girl than a paladin man,
You’ve got your astral thunder (plbbt) and you’ve got sass
We both are charismatic fast talkers but I don’t pass gas
The divine power you are using all came from me
I’m so evil you’re lawful good, that’s why you are my enemy
I challenged the planes and I rivaled the gods,
You, against me, you won’t like the odds
You aren’t on the same tier, not in the same league,
Not a high enough level, because you tire with fatigue
I’m the exemplar of evil, with a wicked eye,
So after facing against me, go sit down and cry
I’ve dabbled in every class, divine, arcane, psionic, martial might
I’ve conquered entire planes, now you start up this fight,
Yet the last thing that I can stand, is a man who won’t give it their best
If you retreat now, I’m going to have to put you permanently to rest
My name is Corinth Sinatra, the greatest bard of this land,
Everyone knew my mantra, not enough supply for the demand
They took me down the tunnel, gave me willingly to the priest,
Now I’m stuck here as a key, but I can still sing at least
You’re a big boned plate wearing, pally without a smile
You carry around my clothes, because I got Corinth style,
My voice calls down minions, without a wave of my hand,
I’m gonna wash you out of my hair, man, like grains of sand
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