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Words of a Medievil Warrior
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I'm a white rapper. I rap about cheese, abortions, mustaches, cryptozoology, the dark arts, rape, alcoholism, pedophilia, animals, love, death, disease, weight
I'm a white dude from Chicago that raps about strange shit. I enjoy offending people but that's never my goal. I'm smarter and funnier than 99% of the rappers out there. You should listen to me.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #973
Peak in subgenre #534
Author
Suburban Aiiight
Uploaded
August 18, 2006
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MP3 2.4 MB • 96 kbps • 3:26
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Live by the sword you gotta die by the sword too Show no fear enemies runnin toward you Gotta move quick slice slick stick your sword through Holdin arms the whole army moves with accord to From the front lines to the back Everybody move in unicen and ready to attack We got support from the archery Prepare for this military flare of debauchery There's no way they're stoppin me Pourin hot oil on top of me Constantly duckin arrows that narrowly miss from poppin me and duckin bayonets tryin to chop at me Catapult projectiles bouncin off of body piles Rollin down the aisles and if they miss they go for twenty miles Six or seven men man the battering ram With a letal heave hoe until their shattering the dam Can't get distraced by the flaming oil that's spattering on them When they break through the villagers start scattering from them Swingin spiked flails crushing in the faces under tight vails Massive head blows busting helmets up and tin pails Decapitatin children hold their heads up by their pig tails Bodies stay immune because the sterling silver fish scales Gotta watch your back dont get impaled by the lances The cavalry comes by and u catch catostrophic glances Of craniums get crushed and people staying in their stances yellow bellies duckin down while warriors take chances Bleedin through ya body armor leakin on the bloody grass Chunks of flesh and gore and ruddy spores on the muddy brass Picking up the broadswords of enemies who passed Clutching one in each hand swingin steady for the mass Clouds of smoke invoke the soldiers wade across the bloody mote Ducking flaming arrows fly like sparrows watchin bodies float Across the Alligators home who hopes to crack the hull of boats Draw bridge jaws open wide and over-ride your throat Warriors in place waitin patient by the barbican Executing patrons of the gate house is the battle plan Steward was alerted animals diverted cattle ran Soon as we approached the castle damaging the gracile dam Broke my way into and entered through the narrow sally port Admission through the outer curtains what we marched through valleys for Fueled their floating fire the town crier spoke of galley thwart Stole the orders smuggled borders through the Ruhr Valley Fort Navigate the outer ward and walk across the bailey Feel no pitty for the peasants presence i must forgo frailty Kingdom courtyard empty except for courtjester's ukalaylee But it plays no more when it used to play daily Everybodies killed metalsmiths to lexigrapher's guild Imposing our will even the blood of peasant gaffers spilled Dirt and cobble covered blood on cupboards cause our lancers skill Bloodstained manes of the horses trample daphediles
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