Lyrics 7 Swordsmen - Ham Sandwich, IAMCHRISCRAIG

7 Swordsmen

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