Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Duke of a fort called Bold Ale
In the Ancestral Mountainhomes born and raised
In the barracks was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some c-ball by the magma pool
When a couple of dwarves
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I lost one little arm and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bold Ale'
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my Barrel and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my mallet.
I put my Silk cloak on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.(SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP IT STILL RHYMES)
First class, yo this is bad
Drinking Dwarf Mead out of an ivory flask.
Is this what the people of Bold-Ale Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, wine all that
Is Bold-Ale the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the duke of Bold-Ale
Well, the cart stopped and when I came out
There was a dwarf who looked like a guard standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a mule and when it came near
The license plate said FRESH and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this mule is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bold-Ale'
I pulled up to the fort about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the driver 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Duke of Bold Ale.
Eh, that was... Lackluster... It doesn't help that the song is kind of retarded to begin with. Good job rhyming "out" with "out," Will.