| Well met, stranger | 
| Elated to make your acquaintance | 
| Now, may I entertain you with some «ations over cadence? | 
| You see, I bear some rare, amazing information | 
| And you look like someone who is used to strange situations | 
| There is a hidden portal within the Bard’s College | 
| I was brought through, an immortal to impart knowledge | 
| About an other-wordly form of Redguard sonnet | 
| They took a thumping drum beat and said bars on it | 
| I wandered through Solitude, departed Haafingar | 
| Past Hjaalmarch, through The Reach, east of Markarth | 
| I reached the Whiterun Hold | 
| I preached in rhyme and told the people | 
| That the need to speak was higher than the price of gold | 
| Nothing can beat soul, not even sweet rolls | 
| I’ve got it locked like a pick stuck in a keyhole | 
| I leave you wee trolls wishing that you’d re-rolled | 
| By the Nine Divines, my rhyme’s a sight to behold | 
| My freeholds are threefold | 
| I rock the property chain | 
| 'Cause I’m the top bloody Thane in this Monopoly game | 
| So you’d better watch the throne, Stormcloak | 
| 'Cause you’re getting overthrown by an ordinary bloke | 
| It’s high time Skyrim had a new High King | 
| And I like hiking — it’s quite exciting:) | 
| I’m descended from the Vikings back in my kingdom | 
| But my lyric writing’s better than my skill at fighting | 
| My pen is mightier than swords; | 
| it’s the right choice | 
| They call me «MF Thu’um"when I use my Voice | 
| With each rap, my Speechcraft keeps stacking | 
| If you could see the graph, you’d actually be laughing | 
| You’ll never sound as fresh, I’m a rockstar | 
| I climb the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar | 
| Like Jurgen Windcaller, my words’ll bring more disorder | 
| Than mixing Skooma in an Orcish brigand’s drink order | 
| A bawdy bard that raps, my Voice’ll cause your cart to crash | 
| Your horse’s armor cracks under the awesome force of Paarthurnax | 
| But here’s the secret I needed to tell: | 
| You can be an MC with me aswell | 
| Forget the Blades, me and you don’t need the Greybeards | 
| Who are Mehrunes Dagon and the Daedra to an atheist? | 
| Mages, take your Spell Tome and go the hell home | 
| 'Cause who needs boots of speed when we’ve got shell toes? | 
| And, so whether you drink Honeymead or Alto | 
| Be sure that Dan’ll smelt flows 'til all of Tamriel knows | 
| You should use the bars of the bard deep inside you | 
| And 'til we meet again, friend: Talos guide you | 
| Talos guide you |