7 Swordsmen - Ham Sandwich, IAMCHRISCRAIG

Hey, uh, they all got a prob with the Mist

A Demon, no saves, you will die, I don’t miss

I lurk, and I fade, then I hide in the midst

I’ll get you and ya bae, so don’t hide by ya miss

Uh, you haters on the chopping block can not be stopped

I cut like I’m chopping rocks and mop the opps

We drip and they copy us, I pop and lock

My wave always dropping ops like whoa

Better duck when I’m swinging the tool

Press ya luck, I’mma leave you in two

Dripping blood, you’ll be gleaming in rouge

The blade be a thug, it don’t play by the rules

Lucky Seven, hit the jackpot

Ain’t no question, you a crackpot

To the heavens, when I stab opps

Lethal aggression, masked up like a mascot

You know that I be the wiz with the boomstick, testing me?

Then you battle with

death

Jinpachi Munashi, I’m deep in my groove, kid, so you better not walk where I

step

Known in the Mist to be bringing all the commotion

Bakugo shit, you sweat?

I’m gonna blow up

No love, feeling like Megumin, when I show up

Up the stick, boom, to your soldier

Seven of us come with sticks like we Koopalings

You think you better than us?

Come and humor me

Blade in my hand turns your man’s to charcuterie

Giving your team extra work like I’m tutoring

You don’t want the smoke, uh, don’t you try to light

And if I come draw this blade, ay, don’t you try to fight, nigga