Villager Rap

I know you know that
Villagers trade
Well I got the illest array
So check my quality high grade
Chestplates and blades
This wasn't stolen
It was liberated give me a break
But when you see it you gotta have it
How much will I take?
Cuz the first thing that you'll say
But I don't just give things away
I want that redstone and
Diamonds might be fine if you're game
A light sabre, custom laser
That I made for some bricks
And they work hard,
Don't know why
You wouldn't trade for my kids
I ain't no average villager
I'm raisin' up, can't get enough
Of killin' zombies, creepers, Enders, spiders
Holdin' up your torches to respect
your villager fighter
Gettin' higher renown 'cause
I'm the king of this town roamin' the night
cuz I'm allowed
Never steppin' down, stand proud
and fight with your honor
Shout it loud in your belief
'cause you gotta, make it to the top
Don't settle down with what you got
you worth more are you not
No matter what mob you are
you can have the lot without the scars
Take a seat son because we run this
You're outta luck
I wanna get your butt kissed
See those pumpkins?
You'd better don't touch them
Or you'll answer to the Iron Golem
Take a seat son because we run this
Step right up
If you wanna get your butt kicked
If you pick a fight
then you're as good as done with
Best of luck cuz you'll need a lot of it
Some call me a prankster
ah... trick playing gangster
Just call me Andy
In your bedroom closet
you might find a hamster
Better keep me away
better stay awake, be alert all day
Cuz I'm light as a feather, forever
no concern for the weather, ever-y day
can be better, laughter, when you wake up
with holes in your sweater
I'm a mastermind
get away with my pranks ev-er-y time
You'll come home to a house full of water
and the red hands are mine
I'll cover stuff in dynamite
I'll make you scared, give you a fright
I'll top it off with Silverfish
I'll make you dance, I'll make you itch
I'll make you wish I didn't exist
I'll turn your palm into a fist
you know I'm really good at this
cuz I leave zero evidence
What's the good word?
Cuz it's time to spread it
You want the best herb?
You know where you get it
If you wan't some green
I'm always down to split it
Haters hate on me
Cuz i know to rip it
Sippin' fresh milk Kickin' it with reggae
At the Farmer's Market
Everyday's is a payday
Got a lotta crops and I tend 'em right
I'd tell you more
but it's about time to pass the mic
Ehm... Actually you're the last one
Oh... really,!
Take a seat son because we run this
You're outta luck
I wanna get your butt kissed
See those pumpkins?
You'd better don't touch them
Or you'll answer to the Iron Golem
Take a seat son because we run this
Step right up
If you wanna get your butt kicked
If you pick a fight
then you're as good as done with
Best of luck cuz you'll need a lot of it