Squid Lord BBC Radio Session

Good man, lend a hand. Help me kill some scum. I hate their existence. To think three on one, a normal Thing. There were seven, encouraged them, But today they picked the wrong man. Squid Lord. Just. Vast. His intelligence Spreads. Number one swat with great turn up jeans. Stock up white hairstyle. Obviously should check Mill Town. Squid Lord. Revenge. Just. His intelligence. Vast. The second one is a streak of piss. You leave me alone with him. To make him blind will be fun, Though it won't make a difference. Squid Lord. Revenge. Vast. Trust his Tentacles Spread. Intelligence Vast. The one stood behind a pet. Barely held by arms. But in the hospital, his bed will Be in a draft. Energy and strength drain well. I curse his family and wish them poor, But he'll have times as well on squid Revenge in pure hell. Squid Lord. Just. His tentacles Spread. His revenge Vast. Now give me back the law I took with My life. Give me back the pride of my Class. These swats are just pure Moss. Squid Lord