walk up in the joint, the place is hoppin'nntime to get on point, i'm goin' shoppin'nncheck my sword at the booth and get a ticketnnimmediately i spot a hottie, hope she wanna kick itnncan't believe this girl is just chillin' there alonenngood thing i went all out tonight, don't usually wear colognennshe look the type of girl i'd wanna take out like a loannnshouldn't be too hard, like a piece of mica stonennwalk over to her in my super smooth stridenntake my place by the side of my new future bridennflashed a big smile and i asked her what's goodnnshe said don't push your luck like you knockin' on woodnni understood, as her man came back and took her armnni was rattled like a man-made shack in a stormnnscrew it, she wasn't that bangin' anyhownnshe wish that she could get it on with me, fat cownnafter all, there's this cutie by the wallnnshowin' off her stems like tall trees in the fallnncan't recall a doll who looked so good in a shawlnnforget the small talk i offer her alcoholnnafter a few drinks, i tried to peek in her kimononnshe slapped me in the face and said that's a big no nonnshe said the last samurai she dated was kinda cockynni just smiled and nodded as she got sedated off the sakinnnnthings was goin' well, i spit game to satisfactionnni could tell tonight, i would get the baddest actionnnthis girl just couldn't get enough of my mojonnso then i offered to take her back to my dojonnjust then, this samurai had to meddlenncame in and told my girl she didn't have to settlenni thought to myself, man, this kid's got some dumplingsnndidn't matter though, he was askin' for a crumplingnnas we walked past, i gave my man a light shovennhe reacted fast, hit me with his right glovennbouncer jumped right in, asked, what's the trouble here?nndon't make me get involved, he said, that's a double darenni told him there's no problem, everything is hunky dorynnall that's gotta happen is for this drunk to say he sorrynnthe samurai snickered and he called me a foolnnchugged his liquor and then challenged me to a duelnnnnwhat the blood clot, who does that in a club spot?nndisrespectin', steppin' outta line like a subplotnntryin' to steal my girl like a pressing ass-shoppernnguess i'ma have to teach you a lesson, grasshoppernnyou really should just leave now, if you think you're gonnanncuz, kid, you don't wanna have a talk with my kitanannain't it a beauty, been a real good friendnnfollowing the trend, it'll send you to your endnnand that's when my enemy pulled out his keen edgennlooked pretty impressive, it would clip a mean hedgennbut he couldn't keep a stance that would save his drunken stupornnyet he said to me, let's dance, i responded to him, supernni launched right away into a favorite techniquennhe barely dodged it, missed his neck by a squeaknnhe countered my attack with a textbook movenni eluded that and wondered how his next would provenncaught him unprepared, and i jumped in the airnnwith my next strike, this kid wouldn't have a prayernnbut to my despair, he suddenly became awarennhe escaped the affair, all i cut was his hairnnhe answered right back with a weak sneak attacknni voiced my critique by tellin' him he was whacknnbut to be honest, though his style was wild and wrecklessnnhe always crossed my sword, like he was crossing off a checklistnnhe fought well, he just had too much boozennon any other day he wouldn't be guaranteed to losennafter more abuse, he finally spewed on his shoesnnthen he stumbled to the ground so he could choose to take a snoozennput my sword in its sheath and bowed in respectnnwent back to my girl, put my arm around her necknnand as we walked down the street away from vigorous applausenni wondered if i'd ever get to fight for a bigger cause