Potions got me actin' indiscreet, call me a thespian
Mana's low, I conjured up a witch but she a lesbian
Wizzas know I roll 'em on the streets, my scrolls be wonderous
Magic spells to kill 'em in the sheets, she call me blunderbuss
I'll discover undercover agents of the crown and
Every paladin from here to Saladin put in the ground
While I be tokin' potions I get a notion to turn around
And drive the magic carpet north while I'm in the southbound
Swerve, every peasant know a sorcerer be flying this
Nerve, hit the nitrous while they run, I'm high as Icarus
Pallys call upon the Sacred Sirens, I can hear 'em blessed
Won't get me to stop, I got a Potion of Resist Arrest

Every pally in the kingdom on my tail
They be questin' for me like the Holy Grail
I'm a wizza with a warrant on my head
In this county there's a bounty for me dead

They see me comin' but they can't stop this disaster
They be runnin' but I fly a little faster
I dim the sun, enchant my gun, a trigger caster
They got it comin' son, all paladins are bastards

Shadows fall across the street, minions know it's kill 'o clock
Shining swords and armored feet, wizza with the glowing glock
Cockatrices swoop on leather wings down from the sky
To taste the flood of noble blood from all the pallys come to die
Pull the trigger while I'm speeding and they're feeding on cops
My barrel bursts, inverted solar flame deleting my opps
Ain't no highway, I fly sideways over multiple crashes
The siren song is fading out as I leave nothing but ashes
You can tally up my bounty per pally and every peasant present
Bounty hunters try to flex I turn their flesh incandescent
Try me, I'm hexed up, an alchemical bomb inside
It's your choice if you're my next opp, don't call it a homicide

Every pally in the kingdom on my tail
They be questin' for me like the Holy Grail
I'm a wizza with a warrant on my head
In this county there's a bounty for me dead

They see me comin' but they can't stop this disaster
They be runnin' but I run a little faster
I dim the sun, enchant my gun, a trigger caster
They got it comin' son, all paladins are bastards