I'm feelin glorious sword on my hand
Son of a warrior line in the sand
I bought a katana that's straight out of Japan
We go Kawasaki she ride with no hands
And if i wreak havoc i stab where i stand
I weed out snakes who trying shaking my hand
He hop in my face and i swing on demand
While i pull out this blade that i craft from the sand
Run through the paces
Smoke till i'm brainless
Pills on the face till my heart feeling painless
Run outta lead switch it back to the stainless
Foot to his head now his face need replacing