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 SodaStream
You won't believe your eyes
I'm like an overlord 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 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 you coffin
I'm not stopping 'til you impaled and i prevaled
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 recepies 
Alchemixing like a DJ
Restoration, restore my energy
My legacy, odessy, elegy, prophecy's
Written in heavenly bodies and buried
With every body that ever did bother to mess with me
Deading them 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?
 [bad word] 
It's a gift to me
I don't just split flames lyrically
But literally and the Elder Scrools 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.