Illithid Content

I'm not a villain I'm not a creep I'm not a cretin If you call me names I'll get you where you sleep I'm a polymath Doctor of philosophy I'm a scholar A meister of epistemology You see these brains don't go to waste Preserved in brine to enhance their taste I'm not crazy about the texture But damn did you taste that lecture? I'm not a hoarder I'm not a pack rat I'm not a miser So don't you call me names like that I'm a collector Searching for perfection I'm a preserver Curating my macabre collection You see these brains don't go to waste Preserved in brine to enhance their taste I'm mean no condescension For you clumsy comprehension The tadpole of legend I've got vile intentions I climbed to the top By consuming my brethren My mighty cerebellum With four purple flagellum Can out think thanks to My thick corpus callosum When it comes to logic I've already thought it, Mental exercises that could Topple an acropolis. Bishop or Priestess or Caliph or Abbess Your puny minds will crumble When you duel my hulking consciousness You see these brains don't go to waste Preserved in brine to enhance their taste As you stumble over common phonics I'm slurping rhymes in lines of Qualith I've got and architect And an astronomer I've got an alchemist and I've even got an orc philosopher I assure you there's assent for my assemblage Don't let the acquisition cause you any Umbridge You see these brains don't go to waste Preserved in brine to enhance their taste I'm a synapse snob, myself With a soft spot for brilliant elves You see these brains don't go to waste Preserved in brine to enhance their taste You seem clever enough, my friend But this song-it has to end