All will bow down and worship Doom
Or I will bring you desolation and gloom
To me Dr. Strange is a witch on a broom
I’ll erase his existence from fate’s loom
That fool Reed Richards I shall consume
Drain his blood and use it like perfume
Smoke Johnny Storm like a volcanic plume
Clobber the Thing and become Susan’s groom
Party every night in Dracula’s tomb
Gettin’ high with Namor on Latverian ‘shroom
Ladies gasp when I enter the room
And flock by dozens to my bedroom
No, your camera’s not stuck on zoom
I just got bigger junk than Fin Fang Foom
You may address me but don’t presume
Disrespect me and you’re gonna go kaboom
No need to ask questions or just assume
Who’s the pimp with a PhD? It’s Victor von Doom