Chillin' in tha shire.
Some niggas be packin' heat,
Clippin' on tha strap with Nike on they feet.
Some bitches carry blades,
Scrappin' at night but still wearin' shades.
But this curry muncher ain't tha same,
He be a warrior wit' no name.
Me, I don't need to skate,
I fuckin' wear full plate.
Plus five motherfucka and vorpal steel,
I can chill in ANY dungeon and keep it real.
Lost in tha realms of fantasy,
Tha elf, tha wizard, and little old me.
Elf be a ranger,
No stranger to danger.
Wizard be wise,
But fuck wit his shit and watch as tha magic missile flies.
But me? I be tha strong and silent type,
Sittin in tha corna, no need for tha mic.
I speak my words wit cold steel,
An I breeze through a fight slippery as an eel.
Me and my homies be fuckin' dungeon crawlers,
Bar-room brawlers,
And treasure-hoard trawlers.
We be slayin tha orcs and raiding tha wagon,
Cause we be playing MOTHERFUCKIN' DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS.
Represent.