Home turf

I play with the Devil

And I know him far too well

Conjure up a spell

Smoking weed with Gargamel

So Papa Smurf

Let's start sacrificing

The spoils make us rotten

Though they're appetizing

But it all needs to be done

Before the sun starts rising

I vote for Brainy Smurf

That where we should we start

Cause he really isn't all that smart

He might read a few book

And enjoy a lot of art

But the dude has no sense

Of what it means to have heart

Or perhaps we go with Hefty

He might lift weight

And jerk off as a lefty

But he likes to disrespect me

And he's dumb as a rock

So no one will be left

In a bunker with shell shock

When he goes missing

Or should we go after Romance

Because he likes kissing

No, no, no, scratch that

Let me take care of it instead

Papa Smurf just trust me

And go off straight to bed

(Silence...)

I look out of the window

See a weeping willow

Gaze into it's a Tranquility then...

Get a knife, a rope, and a pillow

Now step in to the next room

The one with Papa Smurf

And show him once and for all

That Hell is my home turf

I can't hide it anymore

They are sure to start growing

The horns sprout from my head

Bright red, they are glowing