READ DESCRIPTION [Emerald Survival]

Now this is a description all about how
My house got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just stand right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a game called Minecraft

In eastern Connecticut born and raised
On the computer was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some skeletons outside of the school
When a couple of mobs who were up to no good
Started making trouble outside my house
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle to Minecraft Land."

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my diamond.
I put my leggings on and said, "I might as well craft with it."

First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking rabbit soup out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Minecraft living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this gamer?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Minecraft

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a pig standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the swiftness like lightning, in a flash

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had bones in the mirror
If anything I could say that this steak was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Minecraft."

I pulled up to the house about 19000 or 20000 ticks
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home taste ya later."
I looked at my castle
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Minecraft