[SCISSORS, SUNG]
You fool! Dare to challenge me?
The master of cutlery?
On my blade, your doom you'll see
To my sword, you'll take a knee!
Though you'll fall like those before
Instant death would be a bore
So for you, my blade I'll store
Entertain me, I implore!
Without my blades, my martial skill is without parallel
I don't need to slice you now to make this duel a living hell
I laugh, I SPIT upon your hammers, jumps, and fire spells
Hear the sound of the funeral bells
You're weak, you're frail, you're paper-thin
You're nevеr gonna win
You'll be but scraps of paper to be tossеd into the bin
[TOADS, SUNG]
Hey, watch your head, Mario!
One touch of those blades
And all your health will go!
[SCISSORS, SUNG]
I am the reaper that comes in the night
Hear my blades unsheathe
You already lost the fight
Takes just one cut to eviscerate your life
I'm the bane of all paper
I'm the bringer of strife
I am growing bored
No more holding back
Time to draw my blade for my last attack
I'm Scissors
You are paper
You know what comes next
Say goodnight, plumber!
I WILL SLIT YOUR NECK!
Here now you'll die, you will rest in pieces
The final cut approaches
My power releases
Now fall in twain
Your pulp shall rain
The Duel-bladed Duelist brings the pain!
You know you're dead when you hear my rhyme
My blades so sharp
They can even cut up the time!
I grant no quarter!
I'LL CUT YOU INTO QUARTERS!
You fool! Dare to challenge me?
The master of cutlery?
On my blade, your doom you'll see
To my sword, you'll take a knee!
Though you'll fall like those before
Instant death would be a bore
So for you, my blade I'll store
Entertain me, I implore!
Without my blades, my martial skill is without parallel
I don't need to slice you now to make this duel a living hell
I laugh, I SPIT upon your hammers, jumps, and fire spells
Hear the sound of the funeral bells
You're weak, you're frail, you're paper-thin
You're nevеr gonna win
You'll be but scraps of paper to be tossеd into the bin
[TOADS, SUNG]
Hey, watch your head, Mario!
One touch of those blades
And all your health will go!
[SCISSORS, SUNG]
I am the reaper that comes in the night
Hear my blades unsheathe
You already lost the fight
Takes just one cut to eviscerate your life
I'm the bane of all paper
I'm the bringer of strife
I am growing bored
No more holding back
Time to draw my blade for my last attack
I'm Scissors
You are paper
You know what comes next
Say goodnight, plumber!
I WILL SLIT YOUR NECK!
Here now you'll die, you will rest in pieces
The final cut approaches
My power releases
Now fall in twain
Your pulp shall rain
The Duel-bladed Duelist brings the pain!
You know you're dead when you hear my rhyme
My blades so sharp
They can even cut up the time!
I grant no quarter!
I'LL CUT YOU INTO QUARTERS!
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