Uploaded April 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Hearken, good folk, to the merry and most unruly lay of The Prodigial. Lo! With lute ill-tuned and tankard in hand, the minstrel doth prance ‘bout the tavern, proclaiming wild deeds of mirth and mischief, yet so muddled in ale and folly that none may tell if he doth smite foes or merely trip o’er his own hose. Verily, ‘tis less a call to chaos and more a clumsy reel of spilled mead, offended chickens, and a startled barmaid chasing him forth with a broom most mighty.
LYRICS
Changest my picth up
Smacketh my b*tch up
Changeth my pitch up
Smacketh my b*tch up
Hearken, good folk, to the merry and most unruly lay of The Prodigial. Lo! With lute ill-tuned and tankard in hand, the minstrel doth prance ‘bout the tavern, proclaiming wild deeds of mirth and mischief, yet so muddled in ale and folly that none may tell if he doth smite foes or merely trip o’er his own hose. Verily, ‘tis less a call to chaos and more a clumsy reel of spilled mead, offended chickens, and a startled barmaid chasing him forth with a broom most mighty.
LYRICS
Changest my picth up
Smacketh my b*tch up
Changeth my pitch up
Smacketh my b*tch up
