In west Falador born and raised
In the garden was where I spent most of my days
Grindin' and maxin' out all of my skills
And all cuttin' some yew logs outside of the school
When a couple of noobs who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Varrock'
I traded for a tab and then it came clear
The guy's name was "Fr3sH 1300" and he was dice up in here
If anything I could say that this noob was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Varrock'
I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the nooblet 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Varrock