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The first saccus thats fat, thy claymores in his back
Word is truth, I will shank him, dont mime your moves
Treat it like fencing, parry/salute parry/salute
Baron, you need not to explain this
Ive been pilfering these peasants since the plague hit
With the same flail and the same paddle blade
Shank to and fro until Ive stoned another knave
Tis my code, stewards even try to en garde