BARbarian Lyrics

Loose swords couldn't get me to grips

When the blade's buried to the hilt

Jabbing at those who never listened

To the tips I'm boutta give em shiv em

With advice I'm kicking

I need foes with sharp senses, like my city's

Polls sent up in my grill

I bet my that nasal will

Be the pick like mucus and stick

Not be flicked like every Iscariot affiliate

Who'd make any G sus

Men who need to buss

Getting schooled and then put underneath

My foot coming in clutch cuz I stood up

For me not once taking the stand

I love to fuckin slash

Run and then dump cadavers fast

Knowing I muster up attacks

That make me come up like Selim The Grim

My cuts made an Empire that can't duck

Coming to slaps, it Ottoman

Been walking on ash

Inhale it like falling back to Satan

Chase tail often to grab

Foes by the horns not gonna blow em

Tromboning armies like mine

Has been impossible to try

I'll trump it got the type of

Strings you wouldn't want up at your side

Orchestrate plots like palaces

Byzantine

I been the kind

To Roman when Pontius would Pilate

The most Spartan shit admired

By all descendants of mine

No dissidents I'd find

They'd head off like I sliced

Their noggin off so don't try to go against me