| Me? |
| I’m horny, short for the Horned Reaper
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| I’m chums with the Dungeon Keeper
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| Unbelievers better take a step back
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| Because I set traps till they leave your necks snapped
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| Forget a pimp slap switch up the syntax
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| Take away the P, see I deliver Imp Slaps
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| There’s a slim chance that you’ve ever seen an enemy
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| With melanin as red as this; |
| the menacingest skin rash
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| Better bring your shin pads
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| Cause when I swing axes
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| There’s an equal need for medicine and bin bags
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| I’m horny, short for the Horned Reaper
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| I’m chums with the Dungeon Keeper
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| I’m horny, short for the Horned Reaper
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| I’m chums with the Dungeon Keeper
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| You ought to have taken a tad more care
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| With your fortification cause that wall there’s
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| Gonna fall and then cave in, I’ll nab your lair
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| You’ll be sore as the day when I stabbed your bare bottom
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| And in case you’ve forgotten
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| I hail from a place that is fatally rotten
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| So debased I can make even Satan pee off
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| And I must say that is painfully often
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| Your safe, I’m unlockin', knicking your millions
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| Sticking your minions straight in a coffin
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| I plunge in to your dungeon, lungin' through your little buggers
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| Like I’m cuttin' through an onion
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| Under ye' foot, plunder ye' loot
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| Funneling your funds to me, can you compute?
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| The heart of your dungeons the dungeon heart
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| I’m taking pleasure, breaking it and pulling it apart
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| Then take your treasure, claiming it, as bullion in carts
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| Now you see red, I’m the bully in the dark
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| I’m horny, short for the Horned Reaper
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| I’m chums with the Dungeon Keeper
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| I’m horny, short for the Horned Reaper
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| I’m chums with the Dungeon Keeper
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| The hand of evil strikes again! |