Verse 1 British motherfuckers bound to shout the guys barmey While I chill in Kotir with the Thousand Eye Army Proudly I, couched with 5,000 fly mamis Tout divine powers, live rowdy, die calmly Sigil flap stitched to my flags atop towers Dynasty the peak of the cats in Mossflower Burning oil plotting strategics at odd hours With the otter clans trading me weapons for raw powder Zweihander strapped to the flank, collecting tax for the ranks I got some rats with some shanks that need to eat, kid Listen, bastard I aint, protect your asses Give thanks that for a cat Im a saint, we in agreement A. I run my fortress with ease, I run the forest and trees, I thunder forcibly B. You men are mice, though I used to bump AOTP, Im kinda playing Their beat and writing graciously Steez is hella maestro Chorus And yall rats, kid rats, kid All up in my bubble talking that shit that shit I knew that you were trouble but this cat kid cat kid Is a motherfucker you dont scrap with, motherfucker Motherfucker its Verdauga, the Lord of Kotir as I command it Its Verdauga the greeneyed bandit, cant stand it Its Verdauga with the Thousand Eye Army, god damn it Its Verdauga Verse 2 This shit is half fanfiction, other half grand diction Wandering far from my home and clan, miss them And remembering the smell of a rose is damn sickening Ambushed, to the hilt of the blade my hand quickens The Thousand Eyes glimmer twixt trees from all around me, surround me Dope but outmatched, Im beaten soundly Verdauga Greeneyes decries and treats me lousy Im on it though, link with C.O.R.I.M. and meet the mousethief Scape into the forest, skip the gate and we run Meet the skipper in alliance with some atheist nuns And deep in Brockhall, the critters all are majorly bummed It seems the coup of Tsarmina means the capers is done But I aint playing for fun, the name is Martin, son of Luke the legend We can talk about your fucking vittles and your soup in heaven Dip to Badger Mountain, I aint tryna hear your stupid reverend Reforge my sword with a star that fell, a super weapon Chorus Verse 3 Scimitar, scabbard and mind to use it promptly In it for the cash and dash, finna be gone, see And pay a couple rabbity sops to do my laundry With ale in my chalice and sipping beneath a palm tree My men are threescore strong With a couple dozen oak strongboxes in which we store arms Known to Verdauga, now we fight for his daughter Because the cat done made a generous offer The name is Bane and I march with my sixtyodd weasels on the woods Doing evil for the good of my people with the goods Verdauga wouldve won it, but his seed they never could Hence, deceit is what I wouldless a eagle get my hood Told her that Im down for the cause, but im lying Backstabber, strike with the speed of the skys lighting Fighter, I do it for me or I die trying Damned to die proud, die free, die flying Chorus Thousand Eyes, march
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