Most nights, I stay up building awful structures.
Most people laugh as they see.
Most nights, I try to build an awesome castle.
Even creepers take pity.
But I try my best, I still build these awfully
I'm easily a professional noob.
I tried to bake a cake. It killed my girlfriend.
Sulfur doesn't go, in A cake.
This is it now, it is time. Time to fix this crime.
Why don't I break this down already?
I can't even build myself a house.
My girlfriends a zombie spouse.
I'm almost ready to just give in.
And there I see. A builder whose got years on me. He's making things out of redstone in seconds.
I aim to be. Like this guy whose a mystery. I gotta a train so I can be.. Be.. be..
Most nights, Ironically a pig will punch me.
Only to try steal my bacon
Most nights I'll stay up fixing all my structures.
So maybe the creepers will target me.
Then I see him coming, over the mountains.
I swear I could hear the angels, sing.
He brings a pickaxe, its made of diamonds.
Puts out his hand, and gives its to me.
I can see your having problems with your house.
Take some tips from me, and
Hey man, take this pick.
I can see your having your problems with all of this.
well the secret lies in more of this. (Diamonds)
Its shiny and it helps, how could it be better?
So head into the mines and be ready to hack.
Through all of the caves and mine shafts.
Cause from now on, I decree you hense be known.
As a minecraft pro so go and pawn.
And so now I'm running with diamond swords,
slashing at all the hordes.
I sit on my throne made of villagers.
I rule this world with all my might.
The creepers attack at night.
Right now, I know. I'm not a noob.
