Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fruit Ninja: The Musical, artist - Random Encounters. Date of issue: 20.12.2021
Song language: English
Fruit Ninja: The Musical |
| You are still as quick as ever Fruit Ninja! |
| Sherbert Shogun! |
| You will pay for killing my father! |
| And you will die the same way he did! |
| …Beneath my mountain of evil fruit! |
| Lemons from the sky! |
| Aiming for our guy! |
| Fruit Ninja! |
| Apples, peaches, plums! |
| Watch out, here they come! |
| Fruit Ninja |
| Staring down a citrus shower! |
| Slashing through a storm raining sweet and sour! |
| Choppin' up chunks of papayas! |
| Watch him go! |
| Loppin' up lots of pitayas like a pro! |
| Shreddin' his way through a kiwis fuzzy flesh! |
| Spreadin' a spray of blood orange and smelling fresh! |
| Impressive moves Fruit Ninja! |
| I can handle anything you throw at me! |
| Lets put that to the test, shall we? |
| Don’t attack the bomb! |
| Come on, keep your calm! |
| Fruit Ninja! |
| Better stay your blade! |
| Frantically evade! |
| Fruit Ninja! |
| Movin' like a ghostly blur! |
| Vigorously vying to defy GAME OVER! |
| Giving the badguys a taste of juicy desserts! |
| Hitting bomb-happy bad apples right where it hurts! |
| Swishing his mighty katana with blazing speed! |
| Squishing a billion bananas beneath his feet! |
| I grow weary of these games! |
| Then come down from there and face me like a man! |
| Prepare yourself for the taste of defeat! |
| Shattered juicy peels! |
| Splatter on his steel! |
| Fruit Ninja! |
| Hack them to their cores! |
| Rack up higher scores! |
| Fruit Ninja! |
| Striking with unerring aim! |
| Like he’s unaware it’s an endless game! |
| Felling more melons, and guillotining grapes! |
| Mangling mangoes and kumquats to crepes! |
| He’s on a roll! |
| It’s a fruit destroying spree! |
| Halving each whole in a burst of vitamin c! |
| I yield! |
| Please spare my life! |
| I BEG YOU! |
| I will spare you under one condition |
| Hey! |
| Rotten Fruit Ninja! |
| Cower before me, the mighty Wegetable Warlord! |
| Come get your but kicked, you fruit-licking loser! |
| I’ll make coleslaw out of your sorry bum! |
| Your sword is as dull as a moldy onion! |
| And your fruit smells like baby wipes! |