I'm Horny, short for the Horned Reaper I'm chums with the Dungeon Keeper Unbelievers better take a step back because I set traps that'll leave your neck cracked forget a pimp slap, switch up the syntax Take away the P, see I deliver imp slaps There's a slim chance that you've ever seen an enemy with melanin as red as this; the menacingest skin rash better bring your shin pads, cos when I swing axes there's an equal need for medicine and bin bags
I'm Horny, short for the Horned Reaper I'm chums with the Dungeon Keeper I'm Horny, short for the Horned Reaper I'm chums with the Dungeon Keeper
you ought to have taken a tad more care with your fortification, cos that wall there's gonna fall and then cave in, I nab your lair you'll be sore as the day when I stabbed your bare bottom, and in case you've forgotten I hail from a place that is fatally rotten so debased I can make even Satan pee off and I must say that is painfully often your safe I'm unlocking, nicking your millions sticking your minions straight in a coffin I plunge into your dungeon, lunging through your little buggers like I'm cutting through an onion Under your foot, plunder your loot funneling your funds to me, can you compute? The heart of your dungeon's the dungeon heart I'm taking pleasure breaking it and pulling it apart then take your treasure, claiming it, as bullion in carts now you see red, I'm the bully in the dark
I'm Horny, short for the Horned Reaper I'm chums with the Dungeon Keeper I'm Horny, short for the Horned Reaper I'm chums with the Dungeon Keeper