Mississippi Bones - Dungeon Hustle | Текст песни

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Bring on your goblin hordes and bands of orcs, hulking zombies and kobolds. No gnoll or troll gonna slow me down oh no.
Dodecalicious ever vicious. So many possibilities when I swing. In the end it won’t mean a thing cause again and again, every time my friend the outcomes always the same. I roll the die of 20 sides and cleave your ass in twain.
Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low.
There’s a bugbear down there, I ain’t scared. Gelatinous cube, split in two, reduced to ooze, I can’t lose. Go ahead boy make your move, cause your all fodder for the slaughter, don’t need no modifier to compensate. It’s too late, icosahedrons sealed your fate.
Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low.
Because I’m rolling 20s like a 68 Impala. AC doesn’t matter, critical damage from my war hammer. I throw the big 2-0 against every single foe and they’re crushed by the force of my mighty blow. I lay em low, yeah I lay em low.
I’m rollin twenties, Im rollin twenties.
I got 99 problems, all of them goblins; I suppose at least a bitch ain’t one. Yeah I got 20 reasons right here I don’t need luck to be no lady tonight. I’m rolling 20s. I’m rolling 20s. Had a dracolich tryin to break my stride so I chucked a war axe right between his eyes.
Been gaining on a dragon’s ass since two days past. He’s terrorizing towns, burnt them to the ground, but I’d be moving quick if I was that son of a bitch now, cause everyday I’m hustling. Just one perception check springs every trap that's set. Oh dungeon masters hate when I sit down to play cause I’m rollin twenties.
Don’t hate the player hate the game.

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