Crowds left épée when I spit, so they're bound to clap their hands
Swordsman's sat on the Fence but I'mma Saber Foiling his plans
B**** I been oilin' my glands, I break my fast like land speed records
And like the royals in Iran I'm a straight vigilante wrecker
No need to boil in the pan I'll straight up hunt you then crunch, chew.
Apply the thumbscrews on dumb fools until they become blue
With flows more broke than Gumshoe, your stunt coup proved untrue
Now Giggs' gon' do Sun Tzu, your young crew I'll run through
Down with the kids, but it's more brony than Kony that his lungs spew
And the f**s brag it's only baloney that his tongue woos
Think it's about time the heat spread, swords out-lined with the beat dead
But on the bright side, maybe a chalk outline'll help his street cred!
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And if you don't know, now you know.