One warrior approached but he was not walking alone. He had many assassins with him but they were no where to be shown. As his enemies mocked him and claimed he was cattle. Shurikens, katanas and scythes awaited in the shadows. Their Grand-master stepped forward and said “we accept your challenge”. The warrior simply replied “Fool! you have yet to see my talent!
Step up and watch your team get touched
stars in your chest and ya neck just get cut
electric spear chained pierced through ya gut
poetic rhyme scheme, triggered the trap now ya stuck
Ninja storm, feelin fury from the full clan
within the thought span
it takes to make ya next move
a swift cut katana blade just removed ya jewels
we stay killin’ fools
and spray red making crimson swimming pools
feel an electric shock from a god hard like a rock
shatter threw ya scissor kick and send an earthquake through the block
storm watch these blows and your chest get boxed
death grip disabling all the guns they cocked.
a true warrior is always and forever loaded
assassinate your grand master there goes his body floating
even when the odds are against we always managed
smoke bomb hit the ground and it was like ninja vanish!