A sword sliced the air. I pulled out the na na,
rolled off the bed, then shot back. Papa!
Blood on the sheets, probably spilling from my cash.
Looked out the glass, see him sprinting on the dash.
A real ninja with the blade in the mask.
A sword sliced the air. I pulled out the na na,
rolled off the bed, then shot back. Papa!
Blood on the sheets, probably spilling from my cash.
Looked out the glass, see him sprinting on the dash.
A real ninja with the blade in the mask.