| I’m in the dungeon under torchlight, hunting for some more fights
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| Lunging at these monsters with a hundred different sword types
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| Sorry chum, this one just isn’t your night
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| I’m plundering your undergarments, but they feel all tight
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| I collect the sets of armour, check my rare pajamas
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| I slot the buttonhole with ember for some extra mana
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| My hotbar’s rock hard, I’m rough like a dog bark
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| You’re taking a beating, I’ve got heart
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| Drop bars like a bard practising a lost art
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| Rap battling a path to the boss part
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| On hard
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| To ensure I’ve done the job I employ a wondrous wand
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| You just can’t get the staff these days
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| Go on, jog on
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| Waving my piece at dangerous beasts, aim and then squeeze
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| Flaming and making them bleed, draining their veins
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| Changing their brain to debris, savour the pain and release
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| When I slay 'em and the game says:
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| «Your fame has increased» (Abracadabra)
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| Open up a portal, get back to town
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| Trade resources at the stores and then head back down
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| Lay the smack down on an smorgasbord of organisms
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| If you’ve got an issue with it, soz, it isn’t your decision
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| This is an important mission, and in your position
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| I’d put a cork in it, stop talking all this squawk and listen
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| Or I’ll leave you in a poor condition, call a mortician
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| There’s nothing more that we can do for you
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| The lore’s been written
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| Feed my pet a couple of fishes, delicious
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| Please grant my wishes when I enchant my britches
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| When I’m battling with a Mycon, see a Tu’tara pick a fight
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| See a Ratlin get a fight on while I’m sparring with a Bittersprite
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| Look
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| I’m not the fickle type, never discriminated
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| If it exists, then it begs to be eliminated
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| Immolated
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| And if I spring a Mimic imitating anything
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| You better believe that I’ll obliterate it
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| With a vicious uppercut, call it a facelift
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| If you faith, pray 'cause your fate’s writ
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| Gadzooks, look in my hands, loot gathered up to transmute
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| The money that I earn gets burned like a damn Zoot
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| I’m overloading on potions and just hoping
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| I can go in on the next boss without overdosing
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| All this alchemy is probably not healthy, meaning
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| If I use it on my enemies it’ll be helping me
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| Light the torches
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| And get down |