Victor in but unmasked, call me Dumile. Food lover so this my advice to Earth: Kon Karne coming, Figure with Meat coming for your tongue so we gotta make this silver
Cheese for the fleece, sheep must belch out the sun
Beat some beatboxing and pimp the cake in hoecakes
Vomitspit the holy, villain will only fuck with a Nero type
Drink away the Two-Tonic Nights, DOOM in the bar waiting with some myrrh
Chivalry is dead, we now deep fried frenz
On to the lion, found a knish for poo poo platter
Coffee nails for the Landsknechts, earn your antlered crown bro, no potholderz here
A glass of fig leaf bicarbonate will free you from the guilt and if not, have a beer
One Beer will have you swimming in a seasoned soup of indifference (I know it)
Landsknechts servants of the country and servants are fillet for your deer, boneless meat near the Habsburg jaw ribs
Spineless to the empire, worthless to you beef is so for the figure of meat coming for your neck, declare beef rapp
Dumile got your back yo, Dumile and Maximilian for the W yo
Just don't forget all caps on the man name when you parade yo
Victor out.