| I’m the blues warrior
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| A brown 6 string samurai from 1300AD
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| I travel the world baby
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| Playin a ruckus and slayin suckas
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| Now once upon a couple of days ago
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| I was sitting on my porch
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| Looking for my smoking torch
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| When I detected in the air
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| Something that made my nostrils scorch
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| Now I say I recognize those wack jack Broken sacroiliac
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| Frick frack diddley squat
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| Teeth like a train track
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| Rick James stringbean looking fools
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| Sneaking up on my back steps they was
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| Only one thing to do
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| So I jump back draw my sword
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| And say «Lord Have Mercy»
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| Now after I whupped those riff rafscallions
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| I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner
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| Throught the realm of reggae
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| But first I must say goodbye to my cat King Tubby
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| Goodbye King Tubby
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| Now in the realm I found my smoking torch
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| Of course i use it
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| But a burning in my stomach kept telling me
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| «Go see Oz you idiot.»
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| Boy if I would have know what the Australian would say
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| «What'd he say brotha?»
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| Well he said
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| «Go seek master Ken
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| We must unite the realms mate.»
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| And thats why I ended up in this funky forest
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| Now a funk master like I’ve never seen before approaches me
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| So I jump back
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| I draw my sword
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| And I pray to God that I don’t drop that shit |