Uh huh yeaaah
I've known a few mudders who thought they were pretty tough, but
you've got being pkilled down to an art.
You think you're a Kindred, you drive me up the city wall,
you're a regular original Kindred thrall.
Oh oh you think you're Kindred, oh, oh you think you're something else...
Ok, so you're a pkiller. That don't impress me much.
So you've got the kills, but do you have the touch?
Don't get me wrong yeah I think you're all right,
but that won't get me killed in the middle of the fight.
That don't impress me much.
Uhuh, yeeeah.

I never knew a Seeker who kept a demon in his pocket,
and a wand up his sleeve, just in case.
Cause heaven forbid, it should get out of place.
Ooooh oh you think you're a Seeker, oh oh you think you're an Eclipse.
Ok, so you're Bhaal.
That don't impress me much.
So you've got the spells, but have you got the touch?
Now don't get me wrong, I think you're alright,
but that won't keep me sanced in the middle of the fight.
That don't impress me much.

Yeeaaaah...

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his clan dream
Ya make me take off my flag before you let me join in.
I can't believe you kiss your sword goodnight,
Now come on baby, tell me, you must be Justice, right?
Oh, oh you think you're something special,
Oh, you think you're something else.
Ok, so you've got a sword.
That don't impress me much.
So you've got the skills, but have ya go the touch?
Don't get me wrong, I think you're a wight.
But that won't keep me safe in the middle of the fight.

(and so the song ends)

Bhaal Z'Amon, the Seeker of Bad Lyrics.