| It’s Genji Shimada
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| Armed with an array
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| Of arms and armour
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| The katana dragonblade
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| Slashing at a rapid rate
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| Happy to decapitate
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| Not the kinda fellow you wanna pass in an alleyway
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| What kinda fate shall await?
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| I don’t wanna say
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| I don’t wanna elaborate
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| He might retaliate
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| Spreading a fan of blades
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| Like jam or marmalade
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| You’re a Jaffa Cake on a plate
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| He’s Manson, you’re Sharon Tate
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| Doesn’t always get along with the family
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| Feud longer than the filler for an anime
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| Nearly killed by your brother but rebuilt
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| They cut through you like they cut through silk
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| Body of a cyborg
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| Soul of a warrior
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| Apologise now
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| Else soon you’ll be sorrier
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| Brotherly love cannot be halted
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| Although it can falter
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| Blood is always thicker than water
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| Skipping up walls with the agility of millipedes
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| He could be employed as a portable guillotine
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| Neither man nor machine
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| He’s — Going ham for the team
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| Oh no!
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| It’s Genji chucking a hurricane of shuriken
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| And encouraging a low pose
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| So much more than the sum of his parts
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| He’s whole
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| A steady blade balances the soul
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| (soul, soul, soul, soul)
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| A steady blade balances the soul
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| Oh no!
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| You better shush right now
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| Keep your lips tight
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| 'Cause you just might be someone he dislikes
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| Bringing a shuriken to a fist fight
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| Slashing with his Wakizashi
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| Passing with a swift strike
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| Stopping you mid stride
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| So sit tight
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| 'Cause it’s like you’re hitchhiking
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| Pitch dark at midnight
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| So you’ll never see the viper you’ve been bit by
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| The light dims
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| The venom filling your insides
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| You haemorrhage heavily
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| Then eventually head heavenward
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| A fair way to go
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| Weaponry swinging like a seven wood
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| So you better shush right now
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| Keep your lips tight
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| Otherwise goodbye
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| See you on the flipside
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| Oh no!
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| It’s Genji chucking a hurricane of shuriken
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| And encouraging a low pose
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| So much more than the sum of his parts
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| He’s whole
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| A steady blade balances the soul
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| (soul, soul, soul, soul)
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| A steady blade balances the soul
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| A steady blade balances the soul |