Zaibatsu Code Video (MV)

My whole purpose here
Majin, Lord Fibonacci
Is to kill you and wipe out the whole lot of the Shaolin Clan
Death penalty, population stuck like Chuck as middle centipede
All I see is everyone passing bacteria like it's leprosy
Fibonacci sequence unlocks the vault ferally
Majin the most merrily, soaring as a centerpiece
Knights of the round table weaponry
An armory, with space tech harmony
Anime in the back, or manga, in the cockpit
The black canopy
It's like when Itachi had a dream, unlocking his Sharingan for a
Grander scheme, Akatsuki squad it seems
To hold the fort and expose corpse with yolks that exert
A tight force, thoughts drift just like a Porsche
In a racing course with cats from an odyssey
Spit acid rap like ants, protecting their colony
But back at the base camp, we plotting G's
Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha,
Bunch of amateurs
Wipe out the whole lot of your Shaolin Clan
Millions of shurikens thrown, but the front lines an illusion
So when you dodge the ninja stars
You get flanked by a ghost samurai, with sorcerers by its side
Hooligan, I'll spin you around the crucifix
Fake worshipers follow you off the cliff
Judges shrug, cause in a sense they did the right thing
Survival be wilding in the trenches
Whether in the hoods of Lucifer or an alien nexus
I get it, your future home's the Jetson
My future home's beyond comprehension
Mystic dream throne relics
Gifts from the ancient, holmes
Jaguars parlay on the marble floor
Encrypted portal is the front door
Background music of classical scores
From any age absorb the flow
Thoughts expand
And demands more, camelback sore
Caddyshack core, Cadillac goes
To an alt universe
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
A bunch of amateurs
Wipe out the whole lot of your Shaolin Clan
Arms like Yoshimitsu, whirling blades can hurt your central
Clavicle opens, twitching, launching little big missiles
In the shadows, I fade and disappear without a trace
Out of the venue, silently avoiding
Violence sprees, barkeep, give the slug more slurm
To start a mockery, inside of the spaceport
Poised to feed them cake rolls
Don't they love that gluttony of rhymes
These Jabba the Hutt's are gross and misaligned
Gears rotate, an M.C. Escher
Sewing up, different tight skills, holographic texture
A wormhole out in your neighborhood campus
Alien sororities lounging, blunt camping
Flashbacks feeling retroactive
Scratch the vinyl, at a certain time and feel just, like a classic
Can't salvage your wack magic, cadaver stacked in your man's attic
Felines can be obsessed with others' passion
My whole purpose, my whole purpose
My whole purpose here is to kill you
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Bunch of amateurs
Without using weapons
My whole purpose here
Is to kill you and wipe out the whole lot of the Shaolin Clan
Run away
Run away
Go on
3,4,5,6,7
Die