Bravado doesn't work when you're so ashen.
I know why you refused to fight me in daylight
Your senses are not impaired during the night
Obvious when you inaccuracy is such a terrible blight.
And you're facing the wrong way to fight
Your poetic "skills" seem to incite
A need to run you through with all my might
You've spent too many words to communicate your spite
That you've already felt my sword's bite!
When I'm through with you, there won't be enough left of you to form a competent zombie!
I call it a piece of limp leather.
(Scabbards are actually the thing you store the sword in. It's not a type of blade.)
Would you mind telling me your next of kin so I can tell the undertaker where to send his bill?
The Brutal Legend of the guy who trips over his sword, I like that
I have battled many foes, ran them all through.
The most dangerous pirates you ever knew
Some were clean but most were sleazy,
So as you can see, I can beat you easy
Whether spotless or super greasy,
A foe's measure is his ferocity.
A pirate obsessed with cleanliness,
frightens me not I must confess.
Taste cold steel you two bit hack!
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It looks like you could REALLY use fighting lessons
I'm gonna turn you into roadkill!
By your smell, I'd guess you already were.
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I'll try not to guy you to fast.
The blood of my foes like you goes well with cookies.
Only the ones that have sexual anxieties carry such big swords like yours.
I heard you turn tail at the slightest fright
Your first mistake was challenging ME!
I've fought corpses with more vitality
The devil himself tremble in fear when my name is uttered!
I have killed everyone i my way with this sword
I must warn you; I've never lost a fight.
Sorry, to break it to you but they must've died laughing.
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As soon as this is over, I'll mount your head on my mast.
You flap your mouth like a jolly roger in the wind.
I'm gonna like, sooo kick your butt!
I've seen teddy bears more scary than you.
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The plagues of Egypt will pale by what I've got in store for you!
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I'm going to gut you like a fish!
I shall burn your corpse!
Bravado doesn't work when you're so ashen.
I know why you refused to fight me in daylight
Your senses are not impaired during the night
Obvious when you inaccuracy is such a terrible blight.
And you're facing the wrong way to fight
A need to run you through with all my might
You've spent too many words to communicate your spite
That you've already felt my sword's bite!
When I'm through with you, there won't be enough left of you to form a competent zombie!
I'll carve my initials into your chest!
I shall drink grog from your disembodied skull!
Some folks call this a sword, some a scabbard, I call it your DOOM!
(Scabbards are actually the thing you store the sword in. It's not a type of blade.)
Would you mind telling me your next of kin so I can tell the undertaker where to send his bill?
You're ugly!
I demand satisfaction!
(CMI style!)
You look like something my cat threw up.
You have the fighting style of a dead clam!
I'll run my blade through you to the hilt!
My dueling skills are the stuff of legend. Brutal Legend!
I have battled many foes, ran them all through.
The most dangerous pirates you ever knew
Some were clean but most were sleazy,
So as you can see, I can beat you easy
A foe's measure is his ferocity.
A pirate obsessed with cleanliness,
frightens me not I must confess.
Taste cold steel you two bit hack!
I'm a halfway decent swordsman, but ye be a first-class coward!
My sword has killed thousands of pirates across the sea
You have the coordination of Britney Spears when Drunk!
I don't need coordination; I have a frickin road roller. I shall flatten you!
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I will cut you down, cut your arms off, and put them in my backyard as part of my Fear Garden!
I almost feel guilty, killing such an easy target.
Your sword is like play-doh, bending to my will
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I'll slice you open from head to toe!