Zaibatsu Code Lyrics

My whole purpose here

Majin, Lord Fibonacci

is to kill you and wipe out the whole lot of the Shaolin Clan

Death penalty, population stuck like Chuck as middle centipede

All I see is everyone passing bacteria like it's leprosy

Fibonacci sequence unlocks the vault ferally

Majin the most merrily, soaring as a centerpiece

Knights of the round table weaponry

An armory, with space tech harmony

Anime in the back, or manga, in the cockpit

The black canopy

It's like when Itachi had a dream, unlocking his Sharingan for a

Grander scheme, Akatsuki squad it seems

To hold the fort and expose corpse with yolks that exert

A tight force, thoughts drift just like a Porsche

In a racing course with cats from an odyssey

Spit acid rap like ants, protecting their colony

But back at the base camp, we plotting G's

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha,

Bunch of amateurs

Wipe out the whole lot of your Shaolin Clan

Millions of shurikens thrown, but the front lines an illusion

So when you dodge the ninja stars

You get flanked by a ghost samurai, with sorcerers by its side

Hooligan, I'll spin you around the crucifix

Fake worshipers follow you off the cliff

Judges shrug, cause in a sense they did the right thing

Survival be wilding in the trenches

Whether in the hoods of Lucifer or an alien nexus

I get it, your future home's the Jetson

My future home's beyond comprehension

Mystic dream throne relics

Gifts from the ancient, holmes

Jaguars parlay on the marble floor

Encrypted portal is the front door

Background music of classical scores

From any age absorb the flow

Thoughts expand

And demands more, camelback sore

Caddyshack core, Cadillac goes

To an alt universe

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

A bunch of amateurs

Wipe out the whole lot of your Shaolin Clan

Arms like Yoshimitsu, whirling blades can hurt your central

Clavicle opens, twitching, launching little big missiles

In the shadows, I fade and disappear without a trace

Out of the venue, silently avoiding

Violence sprees, barkeep, give the slug more slurm

To start a mockery, inside of the spaceport

Poised to feed them cake rolls

Don't they love that gluttony of rhymes

These Jabba the Hutt's are gross and misaligned

Gears rotate, an M.C. Escher

Sewing up, different tight skills, holographic texture

A wormhole out in your neighborhood campus

Alien sororities lounging, blunt camping

Flashbacks feeling retroactive

Scratch the vinyl, at a certain time and feel just, like a classic

Can't salvage your wack magic, cadaver stacked in your man's attic

Felines can be obsessed with others' passion

My whole purpose, my whole purpose

My whole purpose here is to kill you

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Bunch of amateurs

Without using weapons

My whole purpose here

is to kill you and wipe out the whole lot of the Shaolin Clan

Run away

Run away

Go on

3,4,5,6,7

Die