Blues Warrior

I'm the blues warrior,

A brown 6 string samurai from 1300AD.

I travel the world baby,

Playin a ruckus and slayin suckas.

Now once upon a couple of days ago

I was sitting on my porch

Looking for my smoking torch

When I detected in the air

Something that made my nostrils scorch.

Now I say I recognize those wack jack Broken sacroiliac,

Frick frack diddley squat,

Teeth like a train track,

Rick James stringbean looking fools

Sneaking up on my back steps they was.

Only one thing to do.

So I jump back draw my sword

And say "Lord Have Mercy".



Now after I whupped those riff rafscallions

I proceeded in a left foot right foot manner

Throught the realm of reggae

But first I must say goodbye to my cat King Tubby,

Goodbye King Tubby.

Now in the realm I found my smoking torch,

Of course i use it.

But a burning in my stomach kept telling me,

"Go see Oz you idiot."

Boy if I would have know what the Australian would say.

"What'd he say brotha?"

Well he said,

"Go seek master Ken,

We must unite the realms mate."

And thats why I ended up in this funky forest.

Now a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me.

So I jump back

I draw my sword

And I pray to God that I don't drop that shit.