Yeah, this poem is dedicated to all the heartlanders that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was robbin' in front of that called the guards on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my children,
and all the raevirs in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?
Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh
It was all a dream
I used to farm potatoes all day
Siegmund and Ostromir up in the krelm
Hangin' elves on my wall
Every Saturday Elf Attack, Mr. Edgy, Midget Slayer
I let my tape rock 'til my tape pop
Smokin' green and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Roderick, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that raevirs would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I murder tight
Time to get paid, blow up like Laurelin
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat potatoes for dinner
Peace to Fyodor, Orlik, Lorik
Drownmaster Duncan, brother Boris
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crow, same number same village
It's all good
Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, raev, uh
I made the change from a common peasant
To up close and personal with Robin de Coninck
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke green with my borsas all day
Spread blood, it's the Krawfyod way
The Elves and Midgets keep me pissy
Nobles used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they need me
I never thought it could happen, this strelt stuff
I was too used to harvest potatoes and stuff
Now wenches play me close like butter played toast
From the trog down to the abresi coast
Condos in Vekaro, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to see Stanislav kill
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 stacks in my hidden chest
Lunches, brunches, torturing by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of edginess
Stereotypes of a raevir male misunderstood
And it's still all good
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, raev
Super Oprichnik, Original Strannik
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch sword, money grold leather armor
Got two rides, a mule with a saddle
Taxes about two G's flat
No need to worry, my slave handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a slave with godanistan
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Scourge
We used to fuss when the lord dissed us
No heat, wonder why plague missed us
Malin days was the worst days
Now we sip carrion black when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...