The Dank Cauldron

Here in our secret lair, deep in the mountains and way up the stairs

You can smell it from half a world over, it's bubbling over

Everyone in every tavern, they all want what's inside our old secret cavern

But they won't have it if they're drunk or they're sober

It's bubbling over

It's dank, the kind that will make you start to thank

Maybe someone slipped a little something inside your drank

It's dank, it's dank, from the moment you start to sank

In your couch and couldn't get out, mind is going blank

Never gonna let the fire die, keep the cauldron low