Like a pierced cherry pie
I put a spear through your eye
Like the carnage from Carthage
At the battle Cannae
You try to stare me down
But I hold my penis up
You try to snare me, what a clown
I won’t get cursed by such a chump
You’re red
You’re bloody
Watch your dignitas and pride
Cuz while you were in forum
Man, I ran the Capitoline!
You try to come for me
But you’ve got a weak nomin
I’m like tribunal veto, I shut you down
Yeah I simply say no, man
I know you wanna be prestigious
Like a praetor
I know you wanna make your mark
Leave a dent, leave a crater
But you should really watch
What you say sir
Cuz you speak like a Greek
Not a Roman Orator
Your dreams of prestige
Will leave you on the pavement prostrate
While the men who are truly pro-state
Examine your prostate
You want to litigate
And legislate
And mitigate troop migration
But I tell you you’re just a headache
Yeah you’re a real migraine, son
You wanna be a consul or a censor
But I’ll censor your fate
So if you wanna deflect my curse
Why don’t you go back home and masturbate
