ChainMail - BONES

Chainmail, head to toe, with a mace in my hand

I done hit the level cap before you came to this land

Two-handed swords and shields, it’s all gold

Blacksmith how I swing, by the heat of the coal

Wrist gettin' sore, I clock out and pour

At the pub with my team, thunder ale galore

Paddelin' up the shore and dockin' at the port

I’m a travellin' merchant, goods never runnin' short

Pack full of gold, and the platinum pipe

I thrive in the dark, all I wanna do is light

My stats too high for the average man

Think twice before you speak to the skeleton man

Dark age blunts all that I smoke

Gemstones on my throat, let the commodores know

Who the King

Dark age blunts all that I smoke

Gemstones on my throat, let the commodores know

Keep it honest with the masses, that’s why they lashin'

Out at any opposition tryna attack me

They know I’d do the same if some shit got hectic

Rain fire on your village

Turn your town to ashes

Pitchforks up and torches lit, I read your poem

All I saw was misfortune, bitch

I foresee hellfire in your very near future

Heard you wanna take me out, saw me, but ain’t do shit

Just like a peasant, all talk no action

Vagabond reputation, wanderin' is a habit

You stallin', fallin', back-up callin'

I’m wanderin' around the vineyard lookin' around astounded

Dark age blunts all that I smoke

Gemstones on my throat, let the commodores know

Who the King

Dark age blunts all that I smoke

Gemstones on my throat, let the commodores know