Caked Up in Another World! (Episode 5) lyrics

[Intro]
After an arduous, treacherous journey
The Cream Crew made it to the Shadow Lands
There, they looked for a hidden dungeon
That would hold the Foreskin Duo
Two generals so evil
They've been banished for millennia
Were they in too deep?
Haha, too deep
Episode five: The Foreskin Duo

[Verse]
Ah
Dark forest
Shrouded in the darkness
The Duo wants war
Cream Crew 'bout to start it
Supplies in the back
And we got weapons wе carting
And we sipping on some mead
'Causе this world ain't got Bacardi
Moss covered the stone
Right behind were ancient symbols
Altar to Selunê
We got Eric for the riddle
Bootius slappus lubo arch bacshotum
And that stone was a door
It rose above, well that was simple
Movin', we moved in, yeah
Through the gateway
Dungeon without lighting
Could be kinky for some gay things
Lit up a torch, handed it to Nipolas
He held it in the crack of his cake
That's just how thick he is
Scraps of armor from another era all over
Black mist formed a fist
And then it tried to grope us
It gave up, then went inside the armor
Made it rise up
It grabbed a flail and flogger
Same things we use for guy stuff
General of the Dark Mist
One of two twins
Foreskin Duo, cruel rulers
Truly heartless
We command the Shadow Lands
With a truly hard fist
Speaking of hard fist—
Buy me dinner first, heathen
Nipolas dropkicked that lil' idiot
He back-stepped, he shot some arrows
General wasn't feeling it
Oh my
Mist hand ripped his thong off
Nipolas, he felt exposed
But at least his dong long, woo, woo
Aye, where's your sense of consent?
I'll knock in some sense
Bolsok makes men repent
Tomahawk, tomahawk
Oh, shart
That didn't work
Well lads, at least we made it this far
The mist covered his face
With one tug, ripped his horn off
I was bricked before
But all this losing made me go soft
Eric tried to heal him
But the mist flew in his buttcheeks
He tried to twerk it out
But he passed out
And then his butt squeaked
I tried to raise my soldiers
But this general stopped my magic
This was tragic
I was mad at this fricker
I 'bout had it
Started blastin'
Magic booty missile times three
He just took it from the back
Like a little white peen
Dark exile, soul expulsion
I can't move, I can't see
I can't move, I can't see
I can't move, I can't see
I can't move, I can't—
[Outro]
We're losing him
We're losing him, try again
Come on, Jake
Som— almost something
Almost something, try again
One more time, one more time
Please, please Jake
Come back
He's back with us
He's back with us
Whe—
Oh my days, Jake
Jake!
Wizards, wizards and butts
Goblins
You donut
Wha— Gor— Gordon?