I'm a gangta rappa.
Yeah... Yeah, aight...
Little easy on the beat, cuz..
Yeah, this what I'm talkin' 'bout...
Yo it's Pilot
He's hidin' in ft. Faraggut
Ready for his parents rage
They 'finna put his ass in a cage
He on the run
With his gun
Cappin' some zombies and rats
They droppin' just like my raps
Shadowmere outside neighin'
That nigga Pilot prayin'
Cause he wanna chill with his homies, take a hit
But his folks ain't gonna take his shit
He just gotta roll
Take the horse for a stroll
Drop some highwaymen and bandits
Then stop in Denny's for some mad grits
We in the south side, nigga
Grits is what we do, nigga
Yeah this ain't what you use to; not the same deal
We ain't in New York, this is South-Side Cyrodil
Pilot ain't takin' this shit from no thugs
Them Daedroth he runs with be up in his mug
He chops 'em down, watches 'em fall
'Finna beat in their heads with a sock and poolball
But STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM
Said the Imp. 5-0, and put this nigga on the run
Pilot be a real ghetto boy; ain't got a 1000 gold
All he got's that glock and that attitude he hold
I seen him takin' out them Oblivion Gates
Get up to the tower; Hit the stone with his Bapes
So if you see my boy ridin' through Skingrad
Drop this nigga a line and say, "Mah bad"
'Cause you prolly 'finna get in his way
He's a busy dude; but he can't get out anyway
'Cause his parents ain't real and fresh
Like my raps, Kanye West, or FW's breasts
If you don't take my advice and move out the way, wonderful person
He'll whip out his Akaviri Katana with +10 Lightning Damage
And damn nigga, I seen this shit befo'
with this guy, you be on the flo'
Somewhere way past the game limits
Like out in the Morrowind projects
Squirmin' like you trippin' off some of that dank Skooma
Or them crazy them LOL Pills from my brotha Omega
But I ain't seen none of you take Daedroths down
This nigga be shootin' switches; Crocs droppin' all around
That's right, I said it; they be huge bipedal crocs
But they ain't nothin to a Lightning Sword and a 40 Cal Glock
Pilot runnin' all around, he ain't no house nigga locked up
Like what he gonna be when his parents wise up
Damn, these Imperial Guard ain't got no skills
Not like my boy here, he's the damn real deals
His girlfriend givin' him jobs, this nigga ain't happy
Oh wait man, that's just Lady Gray
But y'all heard it before, and now I'm sayin' again
This is PilotofDoom motha[cen] a, don't you ever forget it
THIS IS 2009... EAST COAST...
B-BOY SKOOMA...
WE WILL BE THERE..
SPEECHCRAFTIN'...