If Andrew Tate Was A Medieval Knight - Top G Song

Top G Music
Man On A Quest
If Andrew Tate was a medieval knight

Lyrics:
Swords clash on the battleground
Mighty warriors take victory
A fearsome knight stands out
Andrew Tate son of Emory
Inching closer to conquest
With every duel he grows stronger
Smashing all the fair maidens
With his steed-like donger

Hear ye now of his tales of yore
The journey of a man on a quest
With endless foe to dominate
There is no time for rest
If you refuse to join his squadron
You shall remain a peasant for life
Enjoy starvation and the plague
As he claims his seventh wife

At the end of the battle
When the bloodshed is done
The oppressive lords enslaving him
Can no longer run
With a final blow of might
He strikes down the clowns
Everyone kneels
Andrew Tate wears the crown

Hear ye now of his tales of yore
The journey of a man on a quest
With endless foe to dominate
There is no time for rest
If you refuse to join his squadron
You shall remain a peasant for life
Enjoy starvation and the plague
As he claims his seventh wife