Afro Samurai movie - Take Sword Pt. I lyrics

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Song by Berretta 9<br /><br>

[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]<br>

"Take the sword"<br>

"The sword?"<br>

"Come on, give me the sword"<br>

"Huh?"<br>

"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"<br>

"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"<br>

"Pick up the sword!"<br>

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[RZA]<br>

Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy<br>

I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy<br>

I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble<br>

Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles<br>

Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger<br>

Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya<br>

Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric<br>

No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static<br>

Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets<br>

Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit<br>

Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us<br>

All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers<br>

And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably<br>

Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body<br>

So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn<br>

My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn<br>

I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne<br>

They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm<br>

And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm<br>

They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ<br>

You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy<br>

I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy<br>

I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble<br>

Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles<br>

Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile<br>

Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble<br>

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[Beretta 9]<br>

Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on<br>

You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on<br>

What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon<br>

Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon<br>

I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip<br>

Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit<br>

My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick<br>

Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split<br>

And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that<br>

Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid<br>

Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state<br>

Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass<br>

Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave.<br>

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[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]<br>

"Take the sword"<br>

"The sword?"<br>

"Come on, give me the sword"<br>

"Huh?"<br>

"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"<br>

"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"<br>

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