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Chapter 16 - Sidestory 6: History of the Mask (off to lunch edition)

Tick, tock, DOOM a bitch and a bitch's secret has secrets and the secrets are sick rats so the secret is Black Death and DOOM is a plague doctor. Black Death in the 17th, its all to save the milks, visard vs the sun observed by a dock masked in servitude driving an ass

They masked D… in DOOM prison to prison,

Hip, hip for the who, ray of mystique, all (tick) till he went valet, DOOM never serves so his mask will never be iron

Head of an operation, call DOOM MF, its his day as it was when he was still a giant with the mask of a god, went to Valhalla 'n' found the mead mid and the pork beefy. Expressed my displeasure and they chased me out, cherry on blood, found the sooty red and "crow or chicken wings" later, I left Ragnarok to get to it.

It's Homerus not Homer, bard of poetry before I became the bud of hip-hop, hop to the past, call me Demodocus before a royal court, I'm elite

It was the lost legion that found me, lost in greed but they found me, standard bearer without any so they brained me, left me for dead, I lived on fetid gum, more precious than the gold I stole, ever hungry but still elite 

Eating knights by the head, history remembers DOOM as the Green Knight, head cut, blood always rushes to my head so I wanted to gush about the gush, wanted red on my green skin, blood on a night then back into the woods, Gawain the Saint can keep the axe

Why am in Lisbon in 1755? Why do I offer them red as a green? Why does freedom offer spiritual awakening on All Saints Day in exchange for being their yellow, their emperor? Why does an knight demand blood to prevent blood? Do you know why they called me a quack? Do you know why the quake came in my wake? Do you know why I fled earth's scream to sea's embrace?

Know now that I never arrived, know now that the earth scarred me, know now that I was changed forever, that I howl at the moon in my rage and swear vengeance on she who screams, 

Still green, still fetid, so its back to armour, continuation of villainy, no punk but rap, call me MF DOOM, supervillain who needs no lunch from a mf who can't cook a stone yellow. DOOM never dies, just uploads to another…

 DOOM in a boat, call me Doombot on the shore. Just sailed this bitch, now I'm taking a break, give me my wise man lunch.

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