There's a product by the fairies
made of shrooms and elderberries
far more potent than their latest batch of dust
They turn millions in the profit
from the deals they swindle off it
with a high extraordinarily robust
They add magic to the mixtures
In the labs those little tricksters
make a powder so enticingly unique
And the streets now long to savor
the pure sweetness of its flavor
and pay dearly for the placid high they seek
We've been watching them and countin'
we're the trolls of Sewer Mountain
and tonight we rob the fairies of their stash
Oh, the scene will be amazing
as we storm with guns a blazing
then escaping as their fortress burns to ash
At the rally to prepare us
as the dusk veils Fairy Terrace
we all gather up our arsenals of war
Made of sharpened blades and maces
that will crush their bones and faces
into tiny little piles of pixie gore
They have elves that guard the entries
so in stealth we hunt the sentries
as the rest of us hide silently in wait
With the password softly spoken
their security is broken
as we leave the last guard choking at the gate
Once we breach the inner palace
we are met with brutal malice
by the strongest of their Elfin Guard Elite
Then the walls are rudely splattered
when their guts and brains are scattered
from the frag grenades we toss in at their feet
There is no one left still standing
as their body parts are landing
so we charge our way into the mansion's core
Through precautions that we've taken
our main weapons drawn and shaken
for the battle that we know is still in store
In the chaos of our plunder
as the buzzing grows like thunder
comes the fairy troops to guard their precious prize
They start diving like torpedoes
so we douse them like mosquitoes
and the bug spray has them dropping out like flies
As we stomp the few that flutter
all the walls begin to shudder
and the doors slam tightly shut to keep us there
In a frightful exhibition
it was Merlin the magician
that we found to be the drug-lord billionaire
In an orb of spells and magic
he made clear our acts were tragic
for his business never will be overthrown
Then we felt the whole earth tremble
and he laughed at our assemble
while he turned our little army into stone
So now every horrid morning
we're reminded of this warning
with the subtle spark of sunlight from the dawn
As he strolls we hear him taunting
in a voice forever haunting
as the ornaments that decorate his lawn
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