I've suffered cold nights
Discovered old shrines
Dug in gold mines
Won untold fights
Knocked back whole pints of mulled wine
Endeavored to climb and weather the heights
'Til every dragon soul's mine
Solved the civil war that split the soil
Like a fault line
But I'm getting bored
Of being in the borders
Of Skyrim for the whole time
So hold tight as we all ride into Solstheim
I'm the bold type
Like the lines inside the black books
Open it up and it grabs and sucks you in
So take a last look at whatever you stepped in
When treading ahead in this general direction
Better get protection
Cause the whole town's
Gone down with a fungal infection
A fuming human Thu'uming at the top of my head, Shouting
From Raven Rock all the way to the top of the Red Mountain
I can rap with incredible force twice as fast as ever before
My legacy, oddysey, elegy, prophecy, levelled it up
To incredible rocket speed
So you better be paying a bit of attention
Cause every day I'm penning my name ahead of the game
And getting insanely better at saying bloody everything
A miracle of lyrical ascension
By the Nine what an entrance!
By the time you've tried that rhyme
M**I'll be lining for my pension
And Miraak, Hes Dragonborn but he lacks these badass horns
And can he spit a record of a syllable a millisecond
I really don't reckon he can at all!
