braggart

Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade

As he told of bold battles and gold he had made

When some loud braggart tries to put me down

And says his school is great

I flow with a rhythm, forbidden levels of steeze in

I'm a braggart badass who raps fast, instead of speaking

Ain't lost a battle, I'm forty to zero

One day I'm gonna fix that Butcher

Always seemed to be this cocky braggart's boast

There's only the quick and the dead

I know this man, he's much like I

A doubter's cusp, a braggart's pyre

Sweltering in brandy mire