Who owns a bunch of cosplay stores in Japan?

It's your favorite gringo in the world, GasMask Man

I slice people open with my hard edged katana

All in the search for my personal Nirvana

I be meditating in the mountains like Bodhidharma

Then do it like Buddha and light up the ganja

Wanna hit of this, I'll be giving you a sample

But it might be poisonus like the People's Temple

Everyone I ever knew is fucking dead

They said they take a bullet for me, so they're full of lead

Whеn I'm in the shadows I look like Judge Drеdd

Make you so scared that you hide under your bed

Open up the pod bay doors please, Hal

Or I'll break your neck like Steven Seagal

Anything written by L. Ron Hubbard

Is as Believable as the Indian in the Cupboard

Now I'm not the one to diss someone's religion

But Scientology is just a man's creation

Fake philosophy just to get to your money

Their souls be as twisted as a Japanese Oni

Did that last part provoke anyone?

When I'm in the park will you pull up your gun

Everyone around me they be tell me to run

But I'm too busy staring right into the sun

The wrath of a nation I might be evoking

We just hit the 4:20 mark, are you smoking?

Pack one bowl, then double it's size

Then smoke it like your smoking for ten guys

If you wanna be rad like Vanilla Ice

Then smoke till there's nothing but red in your eyes

Smoke trees until you don't have any more

Or at least until your throat gets way too sore

And don’t join in cause there is no fucking chorus

Try to sing along and I’ll kick you like Chuck Norris

Break off your jaw using my nunchuck

Call the 5-0, I don’t give a mothafuck

Cause I’m just a one hit wonder whose trying to dance

My plan is to last longer then the French Resistance

What you are watching is my creation

The birth of a new Viking Buddhist Nation

Coming in on the right, coming in on the left

Wanted in 30 countries for murder and theft

If you battle me I’ll just throw down the mic

Pull some crazy dance moves a la Dick Van Dyke

Like Stan Bush I’m in the eye of the storm

With all the social creatures who are always trying to conform

You think you are safe, is that what you assume?

Fuck around with us - I’ll lead ya strait to your doom

I'm a born fighter like Jean Claude Van Damme

When he double teams up with Dennis Rodman

I throw you out on the Doormat / Threat you with my Gat

You ain't nothing but a filthy street rat

When you die No one is going to grieve

The only one missing you will be the fleas

I don’t need a gun to scare you out of town

Put the bullets in my mouth and then bite down

Running away is a stupid thing to do

Cuz I got six little friends and they run faster than you

Use my fist of fury to kill everyone in the jury

Got more radiation poisioning then both the Curies

When it comes to my beliefs I have no doubt

I think I’ll kill you all and let God sort you out

Even after witnessing the massacre and the gore

You scream you want more like we haven’t beefed before

You can’t fight me, I’m bionic from this Chronic

The Dungeon beats travel Super Sonic

You think you are safe if I run out of ammo

But I can use my fists like Jackie and Sammo

Don’t try to chill - be ready for the attack

I’ll spray the crowd like my name was Zodiac

Don’t come up to me barking like a runt

I’ll punt you in the cunt while I lite up this blunt

As you lay dying I tell you in Mandarin

That you were guilty of all primal sins

The time has come to talk of many things

Removing the heads of self proclaimed kings

Down with tyrants to quote Wilkes Booth

Instead of bullets, my ammunition is the truth

History repeats and ends with strife

Remember my face to extract vengeance in the next life

The path of my life is to set my mind and soul free

And helping the blind, aiding them to see

A Buddha is someone who finds freedom in good fortune and bad

That’s what the prophet Bodhidharma always said

My lord and master is Jesus of Nazareth

He’s a form of escapism just like meth

Fuck Goldman Sachs and Fuck the Lehman Brothers

Fuck Alan Greenspan and Fuck Larry Summers

My lyrics are progressive like an vinyl by Rush

Like finding the law of motion by using Calculus

Saw some thugs hanging out by the street

With their hands to their mouths they were trying to create a beat

Told them that they sucked at making those rhymes

Their equals in battles would be a group of mimes

You guys think that you are some badasses

But I’ll drop you like Birds from Arkansas

Slicing MC’s like Pirates from Somalia

Then celebrating by passing the Euphoria

Do you have any ganja to inhale

You just have crack, then I’ll Christian Bale

DMT is good if you want to be hardcore

You will see things that no other human has ever seen before

And no human will ever see it again

Just you and your men chilling in your den