You see the beauty of the tip sheathed up to the hilt,
When this sword is next drawn some blood will be spilt.
From sheets of fine steel this blade was made and the handle is carved from the finest jade.
My lil' red katana is the death of your dream,
It will strike so hard and fast it will darken your scream.
All my blood and sweat went into this thing,
I traded up my soul and my priceless bling.
I had to do that for the craftsmen skill,
I am now a hollow shadow with a craving to kill...