This is a song about "Japanese swords"

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Sticking y'all and hitting raw with liquid swords, give me more,

Even though i'm not japanese,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

All the japanese bitches get hungry as i walk by.

Chomping at your oxygen chords

I dont just cut with swords

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

I spit like a 猫舌 neko shita, japanese

Where i can free at hand, eat candy with easter bunnies