Who's rapping?
 Dovahkiin
 Dragons?
 I'm not over keen
 I'll dice them like a knife
 Slicing right through
 An Aubergine
 My dragon shout flow
 Is sweeter than a soda stream
 You won't believe your eyes
 I'm like an overload
 Of Dopamine
 broadsword in one hand
 And a magic spell in the other
 I'm the last of the Dragonborn
 There's no other, my brother
 [bad word] for cover
 If you've got scales
 Then I'm on your tail
 And I will not fail
 Like a free-roaming
 Sandbox game
 I'm off the rails
 I'll walk the trail
 Through awful gales
 And storms of hail
 'Til all the nails
 Are knocked into your coffin
 I'm not stopping
 'Til you're impaled
 And I've prevailed
 In the name of the Nords
 I pray to the Lords
 You all get a taste
 Of the blade of my sword
 I'm taking on hordes of enemies
 I face them with hoards of weaponry
 They're draining my force
 So [bad word] into play
 With retorts and recipes
 Alchemixing like a DJ
 Restoration, restore my energy
 My Legacy
 Odyssey
 Elegy
 Prophecy's
 Written in heavenly bodies
 And buried
 With every body
 That ever did bother
 To mess with me
 Deading them
 Terribly
 Horribly
 I'm a celebrity
 Honestly
 You're a wannabe
 I'm a prodigy
 The suggestion you're better
 Than me at being a warrior?
 Ha! [bad word]  It's a gift to me
 I don't just spit flames lyrically
 But literally
 And the Elder Scrolls are scripts
 In which I've written
 Your obituary
 I am the Dragonborn
 Wearing a hat
 With badass horns
 I'm Dovahkiin
 Known globally
 You're nobody
 At all.