(Verse 1)

British motherfuckers bound to shout "the guy's 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 ain't, protect your asses

Give thanks that for a cat I'm 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, I'm kinda playing

Their beat and writing graciously

Steez is hella maestro

(Chorus)

And y'all 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 don't scrap with, motherfucker

Motherfucker it's Verdauga, the Lord of Kotir as I command it

It's Verdauga (the green-eyed bandit, can't stand it)

It's Verdauga with the Thousand Eye Army, god damn it

It's 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, I'm beaten soundly

Verdauga Greeneyes decries and treats me lousy

I'm 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 ain't 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 ain't tryna hear your stupid reverend

Re-forge 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 sixty-odd weasels on the woods

Doing evil for the good of my people with the goods

Verdauga would've won it, but his seed they never could

Hence, deceit is what I would--less a eagle get my hood

Told her that I'm down for the cause, but i'm lying

Backstabber, strike with the speed of the sky's lighting

Fighter, I do it for me or I die trying

Damned to die proud, die free, die flying

(Chorus)

Thousand Eyes, march