Master Of The Flying Guillotine (Jumpsteady)

Attack the barricade with my bloody double blades As soldiers stand dismayed at a warrior unafraid Cause I'm fortified to do or die on the battlefield How ya feel when five of steel is revealed Death, the final price to pay for those who try to run Away Ya wanna win best begin tryin' to be my protege While the sun sets the souls slip away to where they're Kept The ground is where the bodies slept while their Mothers wept Ninjas on a deadly creep tryin to kill me in my sleep Got a trophy shelf upon which their hooded heads I keep Master of the deadly styles put ya body in a pile Ain't been seen in awhile but you family's in denial Eighteen Buddha attack better watch your crooked back Cause a counterattack ya just kinda lack the knack for That Only one shall remain upon the others death will claim Feel the pain as clothes are stained by the bloody rain Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! ) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! ) Master of the flyin' guillotine makin' em scream When my tiger palm shreds their bodies to smithereens Pop goes the weasel when the weasel goes pop Then from up top ya see your headless body flip flop 36th chamber of death will try to steal ya breath But I pass every step as I face the deadly test Meditate for five years on my blade in a cave To calm my inner rage that's filled many graves Upon the crows curse I lay my opponents in a hearse As I immerse in this verse causin you to hit reverse Your life's a crap shoot and look whose holdin' loaded Dice You ready to battle me within this burning paradise The battlescape is ablaze as you're standin there Amazed Of a lone figure emerin from the smoke where you gaze Ya feel a wave of dread hit you like a karmic ride Cause Mr. Hyde ain't even come close to my dark side Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! ) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! ) A warrior never hesitate when openin the soul gate There's really no debate when it comes to your fate I got five deadly venoms but I need only one To send any pawn in my octagon to oblivion I'm like Bruce Lee when flowin' on the loose leaf Slap ya head so hard that your brother starts to weep Never in your life should you approach with anger Or you'll leave lookin' just like a crippled avenger Feel the force of the Jet Li triple kick blow Jumpin from the high trees to pounce upon my foes If you're a martial artist you can call me a master My hands and feet flow and there is no one faster When the bloody battle field finally quites down And souls begin their journey homebound without a sound I turn around with my deadly blades as I walk away The fog envelops me like a myth as I slowly fade Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) Guillotine master, chop (slice sound) clean (Don't get hit by my flying guillotine) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! ) I sharpen my blades up (Get your neck cut I'm the master, yup! )