B’Artagnan (Art of War)

Stiletto and Cutlass with a skill level of Ruckus / better duck this swinging metal cause we kill devils with justice / Dirk and Scimitar gone berserk like a hurt minotaur/ dimming stars when I will it, looking like Kilik when I spin the bar

Flail wit open scroll drinking ale from a broken skull / hold it like the Grail blood trailed from a golden bowl/ Hook and Hatchet when I spit it, it’s a lit book of matches / cooking classic burn what I (earned/urned) is where to put yo ashes

I keep it Farrier, chains n whips like Manriki-Gusari/ not sorry bitch you’re two bit you get beat by Atari/ Main Gauche and Rapier deadly dancing with hates near / it’s clear the fear is great at the enemies gate they shake Spears/

Henry the 8th um I deface them like Richard the third / absurd with it I’m exquisite when business is served / superb misfit morbid mystic spit sadistic purge / something wicked in surge wit war visage that’s twisted and blurred

(Chorus)

Who want it more mother fucker better guard (ya/their) jaw
An armored core more honor then the heart of Thor
Forgotten lore while morons are getting props galore
The omnivore my sword arm will paint the art of war /

Razor proof conquer day When I slay ya troop / raze ya roof bombs away as I blaze a nuke / laser shoot death rays from my blades of truth / my page pursuit chewing prey like a saber tooth /

A major boost of adrenaline embedded my lettering / veteran tactic full metal jacket when I get it in / you'll never win severing limbs with the tension I'm venting / hence the defensive spin when I'm fencing with Frenchmen

Cavalier hat on my head with the Red feather bent in / Vladimir back form the Dead you fled from dread weather henchmen / clench a dimensional wedge spread disaster with no challenger / I'm more ahead of my time than Edge Master from Soul Caliber /

I’ll go Metallica deadly rebel thrashing with heavy metal / I’m very incendiary plus Legendary on every level / ill never settle I'm a ghetto blasting bastion / my slashing will ghost people im the most lethal assassin

(Chorus)

Who want it more mother fucker better guard ya jaw
An armored core more honor then the heart of Thor
Forgotten lore while morons are getting props galore
The omnivore my sword arm will paint the art of war /