"I think it's recordin-TIT wa*k"
We close up at half past five
The sun beats across the sky
When we've had our fill of bread rave
There's only one thing that we can try
"Good sir I would command you to stop!- There is a cat on my bu*tocks!"
Lock the door of the bakery store
We head to our secret hideout
We whip out our D&D
And play our hearts out
My Paladin, is better than yours
It's better than sliced bread and maybe Jaws
Your wizard s**s against a 2d9 blade
There are better cla**es that you could have played
Maybe a sorcerer, those are cool
Or maybe a druid, not a wizard you fool!
I'm the dungeon-master, and maybe you'll see
Why I'll always be greater than ye
I'm sorry
It's not your fault
You were just born stupid
Not worth your salt
I'm a super 1337 pro
And you'll never know
What it's like
We play away into the night
Rolling dice, battling knights
When the sun comes up again
It catches us by surprise
It's time for work it's a brand new day
It's time to go back to the bread rave
Open up the doors and bake some cake
Don't lick the pastry for heaven's sake
People aren't gonna want your germs
Well maybe that creepy guy called Herm
He comes in here every day
He stares at your arse, by the way
Baking bread is my call in life
I'll do it forever until I die
I love the way that bread can rise
Into loads of funny shapes, Even into disguise
But I can still see it with my eyes
And today I made a new ally
I'll test him out, can he make cake?
Anyway, solo powers activate!