I'm the blues warrior,nA brown 6 string samurai from 1300AD.nI travel the world baby,nPlayin a ruckus and slayin suckas.nNow once upon a couple of days agonI was sitting on my porchnLooking for my smoking torchnWhen I detected in the airnSomething that made my nostrils scorch.nNow I say I recognize those wack jack Broken sacroiliac,nFrick frack diddley squat,nTeeth like a train track,nRick James stringbean looking foolsnSneaking up on my back steps they was.nOnly one thing to do.nSo I jump back draw my swordnAnd say Lord Have Mercy.nnNow after I whupped those riff rafscallionsnI proceeded in a left foot right foot mannernThrought the realm of reggaenBut first I must say goodbye to my cat King Tubby,nGoodbye King Tubby.nNow in the realm I found my smoking torch,nOf course i use it.nBut a burning in my stomach kept telling me,nGo see Oz you idiot.nBoy if I would have know what the Australian would say.nWhat'd he say brotha?nWell he said,nGo seek master Ken,nWe must unite the realms mate.nAnd thats why I ended up in this funky forest.nNow a funk master like I've never seen before approaches me.nSo I jump backnI draw my swordnAnd I pray to God that I don't drop that shit.n