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Dice Dice Baby (a parody of Ice Ice Baby by Vanilla Ice)

from The {legal} Grey {area} Album by MC117

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Yo PHB,
Let's kick it!

Dice dice baby

All right stop, elaborate this mission
WOTC's back with a brand new edition
Dungeons with a dragon excite me
Front like a tiefling, pay me or fight me
Will we ever stop? Yo-- I don't know
Hand me the dice and I'll throw
2dExtreme, break an orc like a scandal
Kick in his face and wipe the gunk off my sandal
Trance, no need for sleeping so soon
I'm killing this game like a LARPer in costume
Deadly, when we raid a new treasury
Anything left in the chest is a memory
Love it or leave it, you better not hate
Or eat a hot fist on a plus-five plate
If you want a headshot, Yo just call it
Check out the book while my DM resolves it

Dice dice baby
We rollin' dice dice baby

Now that the party is thumpin'
With the splat books out every player a Munchkin
Quick on the points, the points we're making
Racking XP like the lives we've taken
Turning undead cuz they're sick and dismal
It's all gravy when we flash the symbol
And erase that with our priest's memento
Back in the coffin like a Japanese bento
Rollin' with E-four-point-oh
With my warlord loud so my crew can know:
Action on standby, shifting in a quick five
Did they drop? Yeah-- I said goodbye
Kept on pursuing with the next chop
I busted a head and I'm ready for a pit-stop
Tavern was dead, Yo--
So I continued to Ansalon: Inn of the Last Home
Wenches wanna grant my wish like a genie
Dragonborn chef gonna roast that weenie
Fellas wanna shout all the time
Stay till day cuz we're drinkin all the wine
Ready to be jumped in the hall
Orcs that we killed got friends on a pub crawl
Swords came out with yells
Eladrin got time-- All I saw was spells
Fireball on the leader real fast
Tracing a scar like a Paragon Path
Battle to battle, the odds are stacked
But my crew stays true and we never get whacked
Belief in the team, we throw D&D
We pass the time confrontin' elder pit fiends
If you want a headshot, yo, just call it
Check out the book while my DM resolves it

Dice dice baby
We rollin dice dice baby

Yo man-- Let's get out of here
Word to your mother's basement

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from The {legal} Grey {area} Album, released November 9, 2012

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Mocking music that takes itself a little (or a lot) too seriously, MC 117 produces pan-referential straight-faced commentary of hip hop, video games, and pop culture at large. Focusing on audial allusions and lyrical sleight-of-hand, this satire auteur carves his own genre in the fertile ground between "knockoff" and "ripoff". ... more

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