*to the tune of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air – Yeah, google and Youtube that sucker*
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute – just sit right there
And tell you how I became kidnapped and filled up with fear.
In the Northwest Steppes, I was killing some hawks
Near some damned gnolls, where I stole all their socks
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool.
And all shooting some centaurs outside of school.
When a couple of gnolls, who were up to no good,
Started making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got into one little fight
And my mom got scared
She said, “These gnolls are taking you to their damned Splitpaw Lair.”
I fought my way out and when it came near,
I took a couple of pictures for me to just share.
If anything I could say this terraporter was rare
But I said, “Nah, forget it, Take me the f*ck outta here”
I pulled up to a Bell about Seven or Eight
And yelled to my feet, “Yo Homes, Smell ya Later.”
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of the Lair.
Yes, this is a horrible rap. My muse, she is insane.