Got my Musket, Got My wine, These peasents is payin' the fines, I took that Peasents Gun, Couldn't swear that it was mine, Yeah I'm coming from where this Tracks is, Broke Commoners aren't paying there taxes There pissin' me off cuz I really want these racks in, Put it on my Citizens that the old king was a hazbin Couldn't handle my action But his wife did Bent her back in But I really couldn't imagine living any less lavish I'm killing enemy soldiers like beast who's Savage Fool around mess will get tragic. Turn you to a prisoner. there's no need for magic. My soldiers' muskets go fast like it's automatic victory flashy like a movie, I'm Winnin' cinematic, Enemy Soldiers Screamin' and Cryin' like they in pain, but I think there dramatic Burnin' down the village, I don't care about them kids it can stay traumatic