This is a song about "Samurai swords"

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

A kamikaze samurai, when i'm feeling kinda high

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Muskets and swords at lexington and concord

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Time to change there mind with force and swords

You got reason to brag

This is samurai jack