Kill Kill Kill
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The swiftness of my sword is an understatement of my art of war.
Pleasure without concience, feeds me to want more.
Principals of Karma, death before dishonour, challenge my eyesight proceeds me to fight harder for the Number One headband, stand alone is one man.
Afro Samurai can be defeated by no clan.
A warrior of discreet through my travels of land, in any shape, form or fashion, kill the streets dramatic fashion.
Become unpredictable, when I strike there's no missing you.
My aim is too precise, move forward in real pivotal.
Take sips of lemonade, take lives with my blade, revenge my father's death 'til I reach my final days.
Awoken out my nightmare drenched in cold sweats, reminiscin' of the night I killed my master for the headband.
All the bloodshed and the murder, to revenge my father's murder, the thought of that alone, can I really handle the burden?
So I choose my own path, no friends, no joy, no love.
Just the Number Two Headband, and the man above.
So the moves I create is my own unique vicsious, strike my subconcious mind, individual ashes.
The most masterful opponant will fall victim to my weapon, the most masterful opponant will fall victim to my weapon, I'm not immortal wool aggresive, attitude is rude, I've got a knack for killing, and I refuse to lose.