Who's rapping?
Dovahkiin
Dragons?
I'm not over keen
I'll dice them like a knife
Slicing right through an aubergine.
My dragon shout flow
Is sweeter than a SodaStream
You won't belive your eyes
I'm like an overload of dopamine
A broadsword in one hand,and a magic spell in the other.
I'm the last of the Dragonborn
There's no other,my brother so run for cover.
If you've got scales,then I'm on your tail,and I will not fail.
Like a free-roaming sandbox game.
I'm off the rails,I'll walk the trail,through awful gales,and storms of hail.
'Til all the nails
Are knocked into your coffin,I'm not stopping.
'Til you're impaled,and I've prevailed.
In the name of the Nords,I pray to the lords.
You all get a taste of the blade of my sword.
I'm taking on hordes of enemies,I face them with hoards of weaponry.
They're draining my force,so chemistry comes into play with retorts and recipes.
Alchemixing like a DJ,Restoration,restore my energy.
My legacy,odyssey,elegy,prophecy's,written in heavenly bodies,and buried with every body that ever did bother to mess with me deading them terribly,horribly,I'm a celebrity,honestly,you're a wannabe,I'm a prodigy.
The suggestion you're better than me at being a warrior? Ha! comedy.
It's a gift to me,I don't just spit flames lyrically,but literally,and the Elder Scrolls are scripts,in witch I've written your obituary.
I am the Dragonborn,wearing a hat with badass horns.
I'm Dovahkiin,known globally,You're nobody at all.
=)
BY DAN BULL )

Who's rapping? Dovahkiin Dragons? I'm not over keen I'll dice them like a knife Slicing right through an aubergine. My dragon shout flow Is sweeter than a SodaStream You won't belive your eyes I'm like an overload of dopamine A broadsword in one hand,and a magic spell in the other. I'm the last of the Dragonborn There's no other,my brother so run for cover. If you've got scales,then I'm on your tail,and I will not fail. Like a free-roaming sandbox game. I'm off the rails,I'll walk the trail,through awful gales,and storms of hail. 'Til all the nails Are knocked into your coffin,I'm not stopping. 'Til you're impaled,and I've prevailed. In the name of the Nords,I pray to the lords. You all get a taste of the blade of my sword. I'm taking on hordes of enemies,I face them with hoards of weaponry. They're draining my force,so chemistry comes into play with retorts and recipes. Alchemixing like a DJ,Restoration,restore my energy. My legacy,odyssey,elegy,prophecy's,written in heavenly bodies,and buried with every body that ever did bother to mess with me deading them terribly,horribly,I'm a celebrity,honestly,you're a wannabe,I'm a prodigy. The suggestion you're better than me at being a warrior? Ha! comedy. It's a gift to me,I don't just spit flames lyrically,but literally,and the Elder Scrolls are scripts,in witch I've written your obituary. I am the Dragonborn,wearing a hat with badass horns. I'm Dovahkiin,known globally,You're nobody at all. =) BY DAN BULL )