| I’m lost, alone and deprived
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| I’ve never gotten to go in a mine
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| My own kind exiled me, now I’ve lost my chill (my heart’s frozen)
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| They all called me «Incel» (but I’m not), they said «I bet he’d simp Belle»
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| (she is not)
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| I didn’t get that reference, but someday I will
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| Become the illest villainous Illager, a villager pillager
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| Initially everyone ridiculed me, cuz I’m physically littler
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| I run these mobs, you oughtta call me Arch-Illinger Dillinger
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| I dominate this block, I’ve found a power dark and sinister
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| Crown this kid the king — me and Joffrey are awful similar
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| Except I practice magic, it’s my sole extracurricular
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| So if you want some mischief and destruction I will deliver
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| Cuz I control The End — get ready for an epic finisher
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| If you wanna fight
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| I hope you brought more lives
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| Cuz if not, you’re such a blockhead
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| And now you ain’t got time
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| To grab a pickaxe and mine
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| Not while you’re inside my dungeon
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| I’ll raid this dungeon over which you claim you’re reignin'
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| Although I just expected it would be your mother’s basement
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| Don’t you cross me, or my crosshair on your crown will soon be aimin'
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| I’m a lawman with a Llama, let’s give this kid a hazin'
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| I’m his Llama, call me Karma, if you dish it you can take it
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| When I spit I’m rippin' bars, and I’ll spit in all your faces
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| This time around I doubt you’re even gonna need a shovel
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| For diggin' yourself deep into a whole lotta trouble
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| That’s enough puns Llama, let’s set off the fireworks
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| Chug a potion, grab a sword, prioritizin' diamond first
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| Then enchant it, take every power up you got and use it
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| I’m already out of arrows — I’d make a useless cupid
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| Someone tell these Illagers, you’re bout to lose your job, bro
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| I’ll give 'em hell, call me Diablo
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| This is 'Rona, she’s my bat, she’s adorable — attack
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| Time for us to sing a chorus, tell your mobs «That's a wrap»
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| Within us all there lies a monster (and I’ve net mine before)
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| But it’s a block we all must conquer (I would call it an orb)
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| So if you’re a dungeon crawler, wearing diamond like a baller
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| Just remember you won’t get far without your Llama
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| Without your Llama, without your Llama, that’s all I’ll say
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| Go find some hay and tame a Llama, tame a Llama, tame a Llama
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| To brave these dungeons you gotta take a Llama |